listen and see

help me i'm lost to no one who heard

my mind full of noise like a large cattle herd

i reached out to touch some trees i could see

and what i felt was a warm gentle me

finally alone and lost without hope

i heard a small chime on little steel ropes

then without hesitation i moved straight ahead

and knew i was not dead.

the bells tolled for me small and uneven

they belonged on the chest of st. stephen

for us life is small quiet and bumpy

for us life is remembrances and all that was chummy

we see the cracks the stones and the holes

we know how to weave with the souls along poles and black coals.

 

Done