discernment, NaPoWriMo 2016, Soul, spring, Uncategorized

April 3rd


Church Bells Clamour over hills

Ringing

Filling the wind with chime and din

Filling up old empty places

Bell sound beating

Rising against limestone

Spilling out into the blue afternoon

From the day’s heart 

From out of the pupil of your eye

I grow like moss across the churchside wall

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