An evening of song and celebration. While I’ll admit that, while no fundamentalist
I, it was a bit too New Age for me, but there was this wonderful moment at
9:00, when the bell tolled nine times. The thrice trinity. The perfect
number. What can I say, in the book of memory, the new life begins in the
sweet new style.
The low distant sound tolling down the cathedral
length – nothing like a cathedral for Gothic arch and rose window wheel.
And thoughts spin and scrabble and tumble stone
Walking down the nave, where there is a labyrinth
on the floor, to ring
the harmony bells and sing some Latin, Hebrew conjunctions. Jericho’s walls
fall to a song.
As in dark wood, the true way is long lost. Do
not ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee and thee and thee.