BELLS

Sleep lifted its gossamer veil from my eyes this morn before dawn's roseate beams of light had been born. Silence reigned as the world around me still slept. I watched a cat in the garden as it stealthily crept. Towards prey it encroached, on a songbird trilling. To let nature take its course today, I was not willing. I opened the window to chase the stalking feline away, and heard the distant chiming of bells holding sway. Sunlight peered through clouds with a glow of inflection, and the songbirds I'd saved, sang a melody of perfection. "Ring, bells of hope." I whispered as night was breached. "Ring out to empty hearts that faith has never reached." If only the sonorous sounds of the bells could be heard, would mankind accept the truth of God's written word? Would the warring of nations then come to and ending, and peace among races of men never again need mending? I listened and prayed for all men to join in a brotherhood. "Ring aloud so all may feel the need for love as they should." Blaring horns and loud voices intruded upon my tranquility. I closed the window from the world's clamorous hostility.