Church Bells

Years ago, on a hill
above the town
where I was born,
I sat quietly,
eyes closed,
while churches clanged
their metal-plated rhythms.

Each bell tolled
a rich and singular tone.
Each faith proclaimed you
across a city washed
in orange sunset.

Back then, your call to worship
blended clashing melodies
into a single, perfect hymn.

Scott Speck
09/11/2002