27 November 2007

angelus bells

i opened the door to a blast
of cold,
late november won & the warmth
slipped away.
the bell tower sounds filled my heart
with a memory of times past
when the angelus bells
meant "going home;"
not tonight, for me
as the musical notes changed
& the five dongs rang across the city
i caught my breath
& knew,
between each sound - the heralds of
change
the silence of the pause
whispered in my ear
of her passing
& again these angelus bells
meant "going Home."
~~~~~~~~
for you, mom, today...with a heart full of gratitude.

Requiem Æternam
Réquiem ætérnam dona eis,
Dómine,et lux perpétua lúceat eis.
Requiéscant in pace.
Amen

5 comments:

get zapped said...

Thank you for the gorgeous photo and thoughts.

Britt-Arnhild said...

Beautiful.

I am reading about angels tonight....

Sunflower said...

the poem was beautiful. i love you so much, i hope you know that.

Ackworth Born said...

I can hear them ringing in my head

qualcosa di bello said...

zap...& thank you too!

britt-arnhild...what are you reading?? i hope you post a bit...

sunflower...thanks...i hope grandma would have thought so.

ackworth...i am so glad the imagery spoke to you