When the Bells Stop Ringing
When the bells stop ringing,
the silence,
trembling with bell waves,
rings on.
When the bells stop,
a river of ringing
makes its unending way
into the reaches of space.
If you tend the living silence
like a fire,
like a garden,
like a child, then
when the bells stop ringing,
you will have no fear
you will be at ease.
You will be able to bow.
When the bells stop ringing,
you can turn to the one you love.
It will be soon,
and maybe you will fly
faster than the sound of bells,
and pass into the silent pealing,
to the place of the single, quivering
song.
©Susa Silvermarie 2022
Hey
Susa, lovely poem. Thanks for sending it to me.