Drops of Color
…the sound of the bell
…the sound of the bell.
Wait, the sound of Bells.
The night sky fading—
a sliver of stars
returning to their quiver.
A purple blue softness magnifies
the horizon in the West
and subtle pinks and oranges
—a field of marigolds in the sky
—intermingle and prepare for
the Liturgy already begun.
We have made our way, one by one,
side by side from our straw mangers.
Now, we graze, we chomp and chew,
and stomp toward verdant pastures
—we ring bells.
Bells draped around our necks
—we herald a song
—raising antiphons and psalms.
Lyrics are written by passers-by
who stop, who listen, who genuflect
at the Glory of Creation.
The sound of the bell
—the service never ends.
Listen…let us go ‘together’ in peace.