Chimes

by greycoopers

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