About Ancient Ghosts and Green Heart Songs

Ancient Ghosts and Green Heart Songs is a personal anthology of poems, songs, hymns, and music begun around 1995 as a kind of journal. The theme is very simple--celebration of my family, my grandparents and parents, my brothers, my husband and daughter, and an expression of gratitude to God for them, and for my Christian Faith and Irish heritage. Some are deeply sad while others are joyful. Some are prayers and others laments, or even protest against abuse. They are all born of love, of pain, of grief, and of profound Faith. The anthology will be complete when I return home...

Ancient Ghosts...some songs

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Wednesday, January 27, 2021

CELTIC SOUL SONG


Our people were pagan until we met Christ. 

We recognized Him from the start. 

Never a martyr was made at our hands 

For Christ was in the Irish heart.  


And His message of Good News that God loved the world 

was something we always believed 

for we knew well God's Spirit in nature and life, 

and it showed in the circles we weaved. 


 We knew of the other world all around us

 such spiritual people were we 

who hungered so deeply for life and for love 

outraged it was nailed to a tree!  


As Conor MacNessa first led the way

 defending Christ unto his death, 

our people have faithfully recognized Him,

 calling Him with their last breath.  


But the old pagan ways and the gods that we knew 

continued along by Christ's side, 

called by a new name given by Rome. 

It is not from Christ that they hide,  

But from those who dare to speak in His Name, 

conquering culture and lore,

 proclaiming that Christ would have it that way, 

destroying all that came before.  


But free Celtic spirits knew that in Christ

 there is neither male nor female,

 and threatened the power that sought to control 

the mind, heart and soul of the Gael.  


And 'tho they have died for Christ through these years, 

their spirit submitted to Rome, 

their passion subdued by Jansenist lies

 invading their Faith and their home.  


'tho many a priestly priest came from our land 

and they had the power, we know. 

That power was Love, God's very own. 

(For others it just wasn't so.)  


For others the priesthood was not to serve God 

and not to bring Grace to the soul. 

With goodwill we trusted and honoured them all. 

Their power was meant to control.    


Yet still we are Irish and still our souls yearn

 for that spiritual part in our lives. 

Abused and afflicted, like Christ we were led, 

as children and husbands and wives.  


Obeying the laws, tho they were not our own

 but placed upon us from outside, 

we trusted their goodwill and trusted their vows 

until we discovered they lied. 


 We look deep within now still knowing the Love 

of that God who is greater than Rome,  

to the God of our people, the God of our clan, 

the God of our family and home. 


The misuse of power, that we trusted so,  

as quietly we bore our cross! 

Exposed now for what it was, treachery, sin! 

Our clear vision now is Rome’s loss. 


But surely it was not Christ who did wrong

 nor priests humbly serving our land, 

but those filled with lust of power over us.

 Satanical, clerical band!  


Our impulse toward God will guide us as we

 continue to seek the Divine. 

We’ll see God in nature, in people and song

 as clearly as in bread and wine.  


And the ancient soul friends who’ve never left us, 

who’ve always been here in our land

 Daghda and Bridget and from Tir na nOg

 with Jesus they walk hand in hand.   


Forget not our heritage and whence we came!

 And honour the heart of the Celt.

 We must be respected in Church as in home, 

For before Rome knew Christ, we knelt.  


‘twas never a time that we did not know God,  

regardless the titles we use. 

And we welcomed the Truth, whatever the form. 

The true God would never abuse! 


So we hold fast to God as we always have, 

as Pagan or Christian or Jew, 

and take back the power that we gave to Rome. 

Oh God, if only we knew....



c. Cáit Finnegan 1997


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