Ringing In
Every time I hear them, I remember that first morning,
That moment in a narrow street when brightly, without warning,
The bells loosened their tongues to sing and raised their clarion voices
In that wild hymnody of joy at which my heart rejoices,
And now, wherever I may be, whatever is the weather
Or the occasion driving me, those voices joined together
Stop me, and make me raise my eyes while all the bells are ringing,
And search the gladness of the skies where Carillon is singing.
What is this Song?
First the carillon, and then,
Voices of children, women, men,
The organ sounds, lute, harp and lyre,
And as the song grows clearer, higher,
Sweeter and more joyful still,
Ring out the notes from hill to hill,
Across the night, straight on to day,
The melody flies out, away!
What is this potent symphony?
It’s love, my Love, that sets us free.
Today seems like a particularly good day to remember that love is larger than romance, peace is larger than a desire for sameness, and joy is larger than a moment of personal happiness. I wish you all love, peace and joy.
Bells Rung a Little Prematurely
Bats of old Belvedere flew out and in
Of the belfry Hieronymus tended
‘Til they drove him quite crazy, so is it a sin
That he swung ere the service was ended?
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