father of the bells swinging.
great weights
to give praise while
we set aside our silent
alleluias.
what gives us
cause to build with
symbols, brick upon
storied pages, is
the opportunity
to teach us
generosity,
could there be a
greater gift than that?
we seek unusual
beauties, a flower
in a dying woman's hair,
bearing witness
of the fresh
clean linen
table cloth,
hidden there small
flecks of flesh
and spotted blood,
we become,
swinging in the
breath of god,
as sounds
from the bells
summoning us
to sleep.