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Cashel Library Poetry Day Event.

Invitation to participate in Cashel Library Poetry Day Event.

Cashel Library invites All Poets to Video Record themselves reading a Poem.

(It can be your own poem or the work of another poet)

Same is required for the Library’s Social Media Blitz Poetry Collage (28th April 2022).

Theme: “Written in the Stars.”

Send your videos by WhatsApp to 085 1169650.

Nota bene (note well): Entries before Friday 22nd April 2022 please.

An Easter Hallelujah

Easter, also called Pascha (Passover) or Resurrection Sunday, is a Christian festival and cultural holiday commemorating the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, described in the New Testament as having occurred on the third day of his burial, following on from his crucifixion by the Romans at Calvary c. 30 AD.

This year (2022) Easter Sunday falls on Sunday, April 17th, in exactly two week’s time.

Meaning of the word Hallelujah.

The word “hallel” in Hebrew means a joyous praise in song. The second part, “Yah”, is a shortened form of “Yahweha”, a lesser known name for God or Jehova, thus the word means “Praise Yahweh”, or “Praise God”, joyously.

An Easter Hallelujah.

Sung by Cassandra Star & her sister Callahan and written by Kelley Mooney

A crown of thorns placed on His head
He knew that He would soon be dead
He said, “Did you forget me, Father did you?”
They nailed Him to a wooden cross
Soon all the world would feel the loss
Of Christ the King before His Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

He hung His head and prepared to die
Then lifted His face up to the sky
Said, “I am coming home now Father, to you”
A reed which held His final sip
Was gently lifted to his lips
He drank His last and gave His soul to glory
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

The soldier who had used his sword
To pierce the body of our Lord
Said, “Truly, this was Jesus Christ our Saviour”
He looked with fear upon his sword
Then turned to face his Christ and Lord
Fell to his knees crying Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Took from his head the thorny crown
And wrapped him in a linen gown
Then laid him down to rest inside the tomb
The holes in his hands, his feet, and side
Now in our hearts, we know he died
To save us from ourselves, oh Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Three days went by, again they came
To move the stone, to bless the slain
With oil and spice anointing Hallelujah
But as they went to move the stone
They saw that they were not alone
For Jesus Christ has risen, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

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Turn! Turn! Turn!

The lyrics hereunder written by Pete Seeger’s song “Turn! Turn! Turn!” were taken almost word for word from the Bible (Book of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8). The only words Pete Seeger added were “Turn! Turn! Turn!” and “I swear it’s not too late.”

Turn, Turn, Turn.

Lyrics by American folk singer and social activist, the late Pete Seeger, [1919 – 2014].

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time to every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time for love, a time for hate
A time for peace, I swear it’s not too late

Lá Fhéile Pádraig Sona Daoibh! – Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

With no St. Patrick’s Day Parade in Thurles this year, we bring you a reminder of the parade in 2019, and wish all our readers “Lá fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh! “, (Happy St. Patrick’s Day!).

Keeping two dates in mind; International Women’s Day, which we celebrated on March 8th last, and today, St. Patrick’s Day; we have chosen an extract from a poem by that great poetess Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna, whose work back in Victorian England, focused on promoting women’s rights. Married twice, Charlotte, who died of cancer, resided for a time in Co. Kilkenny and Co. Westmeath, before undertaking charity work in the Irish ghetto in London.

St. Patrick’s Day: With an Irish Shamrock.

By Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna [1790 – 1846].

From the region of zephyrs,* the Emerald isle,
The land of thy birth, in my freshness I come,
To waken this long-cherished morn with a smile,
And breathe o’er thy spirit the whispers of home.
O welcome the stranger from Erin’s green sod;
I sprang where the bones of thy fathers repose,
I grew where thy free step in infancy trod,
Ere the world threw around thee its wiles and its woes.
But sprightlier themes
Enliven the dreams,
My dew-dropping leaflets unfold to impart:
To loftiest emotion
Of patriot devotion,
I wake the full chord of an Irishman’s heart……

[* In European tradition, a zephyr is a light wind or a west wind, named after the Greek god Zephyrus, latter a representation of the west wind in human form.]

Adieu, My Pet

Adieu, My Pet.

Adieu, my pet.
‘Twas well we met
And well we’ll part to meet again.
No tears shall fall,
Joy overall,
For what has been
Will be again.
Adieu, fair maid.
The years
Shall fade,
But friendship’s hands shall clasp again.
Adieu my pet
‘Twas well we met
And well we’ll part,
To meet again.

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