The Stepped Church On The Small Hill Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Stepped Church on a SmallHill


the belfry bell rang the night's Angelus

deafening metal gongs on thedarkening sky and its solemn air.
the nights return to its deep contemplations of thoughts and prayers.

nocturnal sleep hold the repose of the flowers the trees men and the small creatures

in the darkening skies,
reasons wane from its logic,
here visions fades from itsbrighter acuity,

the sun fading intoits grateful change of guard,
the moon rose and begins to wave its spell
on thelost soul, lost architecture of the night world"

and bats flaps its scurried wings into the night sky,
while owls hoots in some hidden branches of nearby trees.

slowly a gradual fading and withdrawal of entities like this Spanish built stone masonry church years ago atop this small stepped hill of a small town
called CarCar.

back in in my childhood before the onslaught of loud music, great progress
and big constructions

and the small town became a city.

but every night as the sun sets we say a solemn prayer to God the Virgin Mary and the Holy Ghost.