The Minstrels Lay

Re-sound the aura of Holy you In war or peace your tryst is true. Through misplaced desire and loud falsehoods cry; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. Let come your Holy fire in heat white pale Though hindrance of debt is here, retell your tale To nations wracked by doubt and moral pain be nearby; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. The old, the old has visited men, and malice and evil has employed its ken, I trace the shadows that beset man, woman and child, yet as they labour Doubt and cry, raise the standard! your cross on high; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. No man, no strength this world can show, but you alone And always so, raise hope and raise beleaguered gloom-clad men, You today and forever, the when and why; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky Call all mankind’s troubled brood, sad and haughty, proud and rude Saying I will return, as even now I sue Standing alone with love, no gold can buy; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. All time is in your scheme of naught, By blood and fire your souls were bought, Now is! time for the battle cry; As ring out wild bells to the wild sky. Now we know that the Qur’an, forbids the weight of debt on man, How more then should we hark to you, (it) as a commandment you gave anew, Then under a blackened heaven your flesh to die Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. All souls of love rejoice and cheer, the time Awaited is drawing near, when your cross appears on the Eastern sky, those asleep transformed shall upward fly; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. Dear good Tennyson write me you did bid, the mirror Self the Lord kept hid; now the Holy Spirit will testify To deaths legal ending with its alibis; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. Light speed is in your blazing eyes, Let go! The bells To peal on high, as the old year passes to the bye and bye With eternal shimmer in the chilly air, and the Holy Spirit in fullest cry; Ring out wild bells to the wild sky. © Joe Maverick 20-11-2010