The Bells Echo

When time is stilled and stopped in your heart An echo heard might not mean that much. Shall a song to remember be impart It'll ring in your heart of silence, a touch- So tremulous you will shake from within. Believing something unforeseen, Has taken shape and form within your skin, and a host of angels shall intervene. They will sing in chorus some unknown hymns. Likes of which you'll never hear again What they've written has no pseudonym. There is no nameless place to hide or condemn. A bell once --struck rings, pure, its purpose true. It carries the essence we'll imbue.