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The Bell Ringer

A POEM

By T.J. Kelly | April 1984

He disturbs

The sleeping bells, the stolid sounds

Locked in the iron tower

That hold indifferent resonance to

The germination of a seed,

The cutting of a flower.

He wraps the ropes like ivy In the groinings of his hand

And dances

Blending joy and sorrow

With the falling sand.

The Soaring Birds of Freedom

The soaring birds of freedom

Fall to the earth in yellow streams of fire,

Igniting…

Age of Aquarius

(Bitter are the blossoms

Conceived in time’ last spasm)

Myth flames black…

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…