Day's steamy centre
The restless classes giving scant attention
To the teacher's pleasant drone.
Two boys rush to ring the angelus,
That glorious sound of another day's progress.
A gift:
To sound the bell that tells the world to pause
And remember …
God is here.
A short and shady path leads to the chapel door.
Bells hanging silent, the slack wound rope
Is grasped and pulled nine times.
Unequalled joy and honour:
To be chosen to toll the angelus bell
And let the world know …
I am here.
(Brisbane,2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. I like it