New Year’s Day: Church Bells
by Malcolm Guite
Not the bleak speak of mobile messages,
The soft chime of synthesized reminders,
Not texts, not pagers, data packages,
Not satnav or locators ever find us
As surely, soundly, deeply as these bells
That sound and find and call us all at once
‘Ears of my ears’ can hear, my body feels
This call to prayer that is itself a dance.
So ring them out in joy and jubilation,
Sound them in sorrow tolling for the lost,
O let them wake the church and rouse the nation.
A sleeping lion stirred to life at last
Begin again they sing, again begin,
A ring and rhythm answered from within.
Sounding the Seasons, by Malcolm Guite