Liilia Talts Morrison
Bell Of Truth
The sound of truth rings like a bell
with perfect pitch and timeless knell
There are no jarring overtones
or clouded fuzzy undertones
No harshness and no grating sound
its waves pierce solid rocky ground
It pierces every earthly thing
delighting birds to soar and sing
The hills applaud and clap their hands
and angels fly by its commands
Seek it above all treasured things
health, fortune, rubies, gold of kings
Seek it while walking on this earth
and know that heaven gave it birth.
Did you ever wear a cloak
Softer than a kitten’s chin
Creamy, milk rich, mild its yoke,
Cradling soft with languid stroke?
Folding, falling, touching ground,
Arms and shoulders blending in,
Couching, tender to surround
Floating o’er the snowy ground?