Sunday morning,
10:30 a.m.
and I can hear the bells,
thr bells of St. Lalluwy,
as their sound chimes
across the fields
that lay between us.
Unseen church,
I hear your call,
“Come to pray,
come one come all;
or just listen to my pealing sound
and pray at home;
for, there, I am also to be found.
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‘The Bells of St. Lalluwy (2019)’
I can hear the bells of Menheniot
ringing out for prayer;
across the fields I hear the knells,
and, soon, I won’t be there.
I can hear the bells of Menheni
a-ringing in my ears;
they call the flock from off the land
to seek comfort for their fears.
I can hear the bells of Menhen
appealing all to come;
the faithful and the sinning soul,
the sentient and numb.
I can hear the bells of Men
though softer than before,
until at last,
the peals have passed,
and I hear the bells no more.
