Evening Quarters- Music To My Ears
Evening Quarters
And far away across the fields
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken
magic spell.
Sounding out to loneliness
soothing whispers to bereaved.
Grace confirmed by carillon
they live on, who believed.
As night call changes herald summer, echoes
summon hope
the pious soul ascending with
each pull upon the rope.
Forged in fire, tuned by blade
twelve sisters harmonise
bearing witness through the centuries
for those we've lost will rise.
'Breathe- reprise' by Pink Floyd
For contest 'music to my ears', sponsored by Silent one.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2015
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