Condition to Rights

by Màiri NicGumaraid

Moon day
Last night bright again from light of the moon
Sun day
And again the grief of judgement bias-iced to memory
For you were quick to pluck emotion
To foster doubt in mother love
In your piety
And in your bent laudacious learning

Was it entirely from your gospel ègards
You would elect a suitable ensign to eloquence
And was sweetest your joyful judgement
When nemesis of your creed would ask me
With a laugh “Is there a father?”
Him so high in dissention
As if

Day of Judgement in “Thomson’s”
What a lot of them you have
Night of prayer
Shall be beseeched remission from your sentence
And God’s steadfast love to guard me
From your banishment
And all who could be with me

Did you indeed receive God’s leave
To stand in judgement high
On the humility of a person’s heart before Him
And the confidence of matters soul
License for loss for a child
The authority upon yourselves to take
Absolution education