Ring Old Bells Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ring
Ring old bells
Of the old chapel
In the countryside
Alone
You stood
For centuries
The gales, the tempests
And the winters
Left you
Left you, standing.
Human look
Look at these sad
Stones
The chapel coming
Out
Of magic vespers
Few people from
The vespers
Came
And to
Their homes
Amidst the dust
And fields
They hied.
Closed the doors
One by one
The moon went up
Before
The white stars
Then
Completed
The dark night
From the horizons of
The sea-edge upwards
Upwards!