The church bell smothers the chirping each morning, dangling sounds hang: droplets in the air
Fleeting waves of tranquility hit the badgered soul, transmitting a frequency beyond the holy reach
The quiver in the throat, the silence of the eyes fade into eternity
As one more day dies on this pale blue dot,
Reminiscing the mornings the dinosaurs never had.
Oh, this is magical! The incredible qualities of the bells as they ring – their ability to move beyond the moment into the heart and across time – is beautiful!
am so touched @Anne McMaster … thank you so much