Throughout the night, listening to church bells pealing
in the atmosphere.
Quietly, yet ringing their rhythms far and wide, setting
free religion and it's meaning in prayers being said.
People all over the world under it's spell, touching the
hearts of young and old.
Taking them into the fold of our Holy Father to prepare
them for the coming glory of God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem