The Bells keep Ringing

For a young mother who lost a son in a terrible accif=dent a while back.

May 28

The Bells Keep Ringing.

In the distance, I hear the church bells ring
The choir is gathering this morning to sing
Praises to the Son and his Father in Heaven
The Angels shout and their words do beckon

The bells chime the time to the hour
telling us all it's time to gather,
to come give thanks for His great gift
and remind us His justice is mighty and swift

Somewhere in town, a young mother can't come.
She's down on her knees and praying for some 
small measure of peace and understanding.
Trying to remain meek and never demanding.

The bells keep ringing,
Their song never changes,
They chime in rhythm 
For The Rock of Ages.

Reviews

[Papaya]

There's no bigger pain than loss of a child. This poems is good, arouses deep emotions. :(

[Shannon]

Religion and the human condition.. Here, perhaps at odds? The juxtaposition is powerful.

[James]

We wouldn't be human if we didn't question. I wrote this while sitting in church after a young teenage boy had been killed in a hit and run in our small town. It was the 4th teenager to die in our small town in just a few months.

[Shannon]

Very difficult to grasp that kind of loss.

[EvaThornburn]

Simply beautiful, and a pleasure to read. Thanks, so much for sharing. Eva

[James]

Thank you for reading. I'm glad that you liked it.