Winds come and blow the drifting sounds of bells <br />that ring on distant shores across the great divide <br />and deliver their unceasing sound unto our door. <br /> <br />How they speak with sounds eternal <br />fallen from hard curved lips of metal wrought with fire <br />and struck with precision from far, far below. <br /> <br />Let them rhythmic ring high and low, they sing <br />and in their ringing sound they know <br />they know their very own nature expressed within. <br /> <br />How they speak with sounds eternal <br />travelling to the end of time, vibrating in the universal mind <br />delivering all that they know, to all that hear. <br /> <br />And when the wind ceases <br />the great divide enfolds upon itself <br />and that same bell is found ringing here.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rings-a-bell/
