Tim Cunningham

O God Of Our Time

O god of our time, forgive them.
Forgive Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
For wasting their talents thinking,

Augustine for his ‘Confessions’,
Aquinas his ‘Secunda Secundae’.
And forgive Dante’s idea of ‘Comedy’,

Beethoven his ‘Missa Solemnis’,
Verdi his ‘Requiem’,
Even Faure’s sentimental ‘Pie Jesu’.

Forgive Michelangelo’s ceiling,
Raphael’s ‘Gethsemane’,
Hepworth’s ‘Madonna and Child’.

Forgive those masochistic martyrs
For keeping faith,
Those foolish virgins for meaning ‘No!’,

Mass rock priests,
Nuns and nurses helping the sick,
Brothers educating the poor.

Forgive John of the Cross’s ‘Dark Night…’,
Teresa’s ecstasies,
That haunting ‘Cloud of Unknowing’.

And try to forgive the two great sins:
Making bad investments and not
Taking advantage of the weak.

O god of our time, bless those who missed
The express to our age. Invite them too
To kneel before the golden calf.

Tim Cunningham was born in Limerick. He has worked, mainly in education, in Dublin, London, Delaware and Essex. Tim has six collections published: Don Marcelino's Daughter(Peterloo Poets, 2001), Unequal Thirds (Peterloo Poets, 2006), Kyrie (Revival Press, 2008), Siege (Revival Press, 2012), Almost Memories (Revival Press, 2014) and The Lyrics to the Nightingale's Song (Revival Press, 2016). This coincides with the centenary of his father’s birth in 1916. Tim was awarded a Kavanagh Fellowship in 2012.

Tim Cunningham was born in Limerick. He has worked, mainly in education, in Dublin, London, Delaware and Essex.
Tim has six collections published, the latest being The Lyrics to the Nightingale’s Song (Revival Press, 2016). This coincides with the centenary of his father’s birth in 1916.
Tim was awarded a Kavanagh Fellowship in 2012.