Rings A Bell Poem by David Taylor

Winds come and blow the drifting sounds of bells
that ring on distant shores across the great divide
and deliver their unceasing sound unto our door.

How they speak with sounds eternal
fallen from hard curved lips of metal wrought with fire
and struck with precision from far, far below.

Let them rhythmic ring high and low, they sing
and in their ringing sound they know
they know their very own nature expressed within.

How they speak with sounds eternal
travelling to the end of time, vibrating in the universal mind
delivering all that they know, to all that hear.

And when the wind ceases
the great divide enfolds upon itself
and that same bell is found ringing here.