Bells that Toll 1 1.9.16
“the crisp cool night
the luminous light
and I
a longing
a void
yet I feel
the heart brims
marches on
until I fall
into a crevice
in my Creator’s womb
and I heard
the bells toll.”
“the crisp cool night
the luminous light
and I
a longing
a void
yet I feel
the heart brims
marches on
until I fall
into a crevice
in my Creator’s womb
and I heard
the bells toll.”