The church bells sounded,
on distant air.
Ringing loud, but soft,
the wind embraced their sound
carried them aloft.
The church bells sounded,
on stillness everywhere.
They could never reach me
if they had not sounded there.
The church bells sounded,
on the air I breathed.
As I inhaled them
they rung not loud, but soft.
The church bells sounded
next to my heart
where they quietly resounded,
they found their home in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The resonating of bells somehow seems to enter the soul, with the echoes left behind. Lovely piece. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX