Church Bells

I doubt that you are hearing what I hear,
That you have noticed that the washer's
Running, something's bubbling on
The stove. I know that you'd think
That these sounds are meaningless,
Beneath your notice, but, to me, they're
Church bells ringing. In the absence
Of the dreadful music I must hear at work,
The TV's awful blare, the children's whining,
Those sweet sounds I'm hearing now are

Fertile soil from which poetry can grow.

 





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-02-02 at 00:54

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Albert Vynckier The PoetBay support member heart!
I can imagine the believers rising to go to mass at the sound of the bells.
2025-02-02