The Bells
The BELLS * * *
Resonating
Along that weaving of our days
Past the encroaching darkness
And its wishes to spoil, to wilt
Whatever good it touches; and
How it recedes
With the ringing of the bells
Of Faith: music declaring
Our most Holy Lord’s power;
Calling out his children, loyal
In the fight for Good.
The bells call God’s warriors
To prayer, in the tapestries
Of our days; to raise devotions
To his omnipotent glory; and to
Praise the name of Jesus Christ,
Son and savior, creator of light.
Bells, to sound out his dominion,
In majestic ringing; to gather
His church, to hear our calling
In our gifted souls; to ever choose
Paths in obedience to his purpose,
Not our own desiring wants.
For we are created to edify and
Enhance. Each of us, according to
Our endowed talents, is —
By the weaving of our choices —
Here to color in some mark
Of beauty
Into the tapestry of our being
With God...God Alone...
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(c) sally young Eslinger 5/23/21
Thanks be to God
Copyright © Sally Eslinger | Year Posted 2021
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