The Bells

These words were flowing into my head as if God Himself were urging me to write. So, write I will. This prose poem is about faith. God makes Himself heard at times some may not even realize...

Can you hear them?

They ring at the first sign of gold

Waking the world of kith and kin

At this hour, it needs not to be told

The marathon's about to begin

They ring in the dusk's precious lights

Consoling, soothing and humming

Can pulchritude be found in the darkest of nights?

It's not merely in what is coming

They ring as the horses race the wind

And the cat nods off on the fence

Their tune carries toward the old frog's grin

And conducts the hornets' graceful dance

They ring amid the roaring brine

As each wave embraces the shore

The albatross glides, its wings divine

Red skies meet eventide once more

They ring in the glowing of the grand New York

During nights spent not asleep

The shouting of men and the firing cork

The moments we'd all love to keep

They ring loudly in that very first smile

That brings tears to a mother's eyes

She'll never lose the sound for miles

And wishes not to even try

They ring in an elderly gentleman's last kiss

As upon Earth his love no longer dwells

But she lifts his sorrow and brings him bliss

For she will now forever be of the bells

Can you hear them?

Reviews

[Just Kim]

WOW!! This is so good, I enjoyed this write, love the flow and rhyme scheme. Awesome!!