A Bell Rings Thus
One bell rings from First Church.
The Revere bell rings out,
calling across common, town and wood.
One bell rings from First Church tower,
calling out, one bell, distant and plaintive,
rising and falling on the wind,
Counting time, counting forward, counting back,
one bell rings from First Church,
carrying time, carrying me, bearing me back.
into my room above the ancient town,
across open air, into this open dormer,
open a direct line from the cathedral tower.
the cathedral tower, the bells are
falling ringing singing.
above the old town, the bells are
the morning, bringing their matins.
above gray streets, gray walls, gray folk,
all, reaching me, the bells are
hidden in the air,
a standing ovation of angels
on assignment, a posting from heaven to us,
your mysterious angelus.
naming or knowing?
all, none or thus.
in tune, each bell is
spinning clapping laughing,
in harmony, together creating
ovation of joy.
in the air above the town,
into my ears, your sound is
angelic in the air.
teacher, you remind me
harmonies in our world.
but I forget,
so I was sent
into the bells by the master bell maker then,
are pouring your sound into my ears today.
first pouring is still ringing ringing.
bell keeps ringing long after it was struck.
am struck by your sound,
to me above the town,
on your direct line.
are in tune with the world.
not need to be struck to ring.
gold to the gray town,
October 2015 North Andover, Mass.