Listening to every heart
On the event of our tenth anniversary, in trust,
a gift of sound and time was given to us,
one that ticks toward and from the here and now
with chimes that beseech a courtly bow.
The grandfather clock of ancestral time
brings forth birth, death, and allows ties to bind
with its deep, rich bell tolling, marking signs
of passage gone fast, with the past intertwined.
The heavy pendulum swings east and west
the weights hang heavy, an ever falling quest
hung back by chains moving quiet and slow
holding history as if in a resonant glow.
The comfort of sound of the chimes as they toll,
bringing together time, making it whole,
from oneís very moment, then to the next
keeping life at itís best, most ebulliently complex.
ĎTis easy enough to get lost in the chimes
taking me far far back into lost time
when life was slower, not so fast paced
and one didnít engage in a virtual race.
For when the bonging sounds enter my ear,
traces of Lancelot and Camelotís time come near
and I swear Merlinís sorcery is working its best
and the chimes make me feel so very at rest.
For I would have been Guinevere the queen,
holding forth in Arthurís court, and then, serene,
the chimes bring me back to the future, my time;
and itís with reverence that I love the sound of the chimes.
3 September, 1999
Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ
Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 09-05-99).]