Poets Corner

I Can hear the bell


Upon a little hill
sits a dusty old church
so ancient and ragged
and everyday just half past noon
a single bell chimes.

This ghostly bell has no maiden
to caress it's age worn rope-
no servant to clean
and no purpose to serve

Yet everyday this bell
mustering up all it's strength
rings just once
so the town will wake up

The bell hasn't eyes
so it can not see
that the town is full of weeds
abandoned, just like the bell...

No bird or deer to hear it
No angel voices to sing with it-
a hollow rotting place
awaits the chime each day.

And so i came to rest
from travel near and far
upon the steps of the church
just half past noon

and there i heard the bell
chime only once
to awaken deaths town
but all i heard was the ringing echo...

And love the bell i did
and sang with it
and listened to it's chime
everyday

And on my final day
i lay my head upon the stone of the steps
leading to the church
where sat the lovely bell

And closed my eyes
just to breath-
and then upon awake at half past noon...
i found myself standing with God.

It feels like it was yesterday,
so much activity filling my sanctuary,
But now with one vital part gone,
everything has faded along with it,

I don't know who I am anymore
I've lost my path
My light is only dim