Poem by St Caillin
This poem by St Caillin predicts the dreadful state of corruption into which the Irish church would fall toward the end of the world:
Time for me, o pure Christ To leave the country (world) in which I am For I fore see from this day Every misery which will come on thee o Erin!
O Erin to thee will be dreadful The bishops of the end of the world They will not follow just rule They will do but injustice
O Erin! To thee will dreadful The bishops of the end of the world In their churches they will do no right They will stand impure before the alter!
The priests defiling their order O Christ wretched is the plague Being descended from bishops They will defile thee o! Erin
St. Caillin’s Poem
Poem by St Caillin
This poem by St Caillin predicts the dreadful state of corruption into which the Irish church would fall toward the end of the world:
Time for me, o pure Christ
To leave the country (world) in which I am
For I fore see from this day
Every misery which will come on thee o Erin!
O Erin to thee will be dreadful
The bishops of the end of the world
They will not follow just rule
They will do but injustice
O Erin! To thee will dreadful
The bishops of the end of the world
In their churches they will do no right
They will stand impure before the alter!
The priests defiling their order
O Christ wretched is the plague
Being descended from bishops
They will defile thee o! Erin