Most of you are probably at least somewhat familiar with J. R. R. Tolkien. He was a philologist by training, a professor of English Language and Literature at Oxford. But he is best known today as a writer, particularly for his epic works of fantasy, The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings.

Tolkien was famously a devout Catholic. His religious beliefs clearly influenced a number of his works in terms of their worldview, though he did not write much that was explicitly Christian. The poem printed below, Noel, is an exception. If you have ever read either of the two books named above, you know Tolkien wove numerous songs and poems into the narrative; it is not surprising, then, that he wrote standalone poetry as well. What is, perhaps, surprising is that this poem was lost for decades, only rediscovered by a couple of scholars in 2013.

In the poem, Tolkien describes the world before and after the birth of Christ. Pay attention to the imagery: prior to his coming, the world is bleak and dark. But then, the night is pierced by a bright light; Mary bursts forth in song, and the bells of Heaven itself ring out. It is a vivid picture that I encourage all of us to meditate on. Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift! (2 Cor 9:15)

Grim was the world and grey last night:

The moon and stars were fled,

The hall was dark without song or light,

The fires were fallen dead.

The wind in the trees was like to the sea,

And over the mountains’ teeth

It whistled bitter-cold and free,

As a sword leapt from its sheath.

The lord of snows upreared his head;

His mantle long and pale

Upon the bitter blast was spread

And hung o’er hill and dale.

The world was blind,

the boughs were bent,

All ways and paths were wild:

Then the veil of cloud apart was rent,

And here was born a Child.


The ancient dome of heaven sheer

Was pricked with distant light;

A star came shining white and clear

Alone above the night.

In the dale of dark in that hour of birth

One voice on a sudden sang:

Then all the bells in Heaven and Earth

Together at midnight rang.

Mary sang in this world below:

They heard her song arise

O’er mist and over mountain snow

To the walls of Paradise,

And the tongue of many bells was stirred

in Heaven’s towers to ring

When the voice of mortal maid was heard,

That was mother of Heaven’s King.


Glad is the world and fair this night

With stars about its head,

And the hall is filled with laughter and light,

And fires are burning red.

The bells of Paradise now ring

With bells of Christendom,

And Gloria, Gloria we will sing

That God on earth is come .


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