Hour 2: Ringing the Bell at Church

 

Sitting in silence as the bell rings.

Memories not my own.

Four minutes for Floyd.

Four minutes for 400 years of slavery

in America.

 

Its echo shakes loose tears for the suffering and oppression—

their story and the story of my own people.

 

The bell rings by the hands of all the ages

by the growing brown hands of my sons

the Jew and Friend

Christian and Witch.

 

It hardly seems long enough

as muscles burn on the rope.

Over and over and over

the bell rings.

 

Listen

Listen

LISTEN

 

A message too often silenced

with the privilege to forget.