Knell Bell


Ash, fallen losing its form,

drifting to places—

Places once given to life

now void in the body.

Blemished leavings of

perfect love and life—

Spent time, celebrations

now void in the mind.

Consciousness

to awareness made up

of dreams and hopes,

now void in the soul.

The ticking of the clock,

the clanging echoing,

noises made in the senses,

now void in the hearing.

Spoken words of promise

of heart felt memories

devoted love forever—

now void in heart.

We have heard many

warnings, sounding often

in the distance, never noticed—

until we hear the ringing.

Knell bell

final sounding—

Echo without vibrations,

muted sounds, never heard; but felt.

copyrighted: CMM 2002

The Journey


IMG_3668Dark and bleak the days become,

Mother and child still are one.

They seek shelter for the night

against the cold weather’s fright.

A manger, a stable, they find by grace.

In the night, their stay finds pace

to birthing pains inside the shed.

Labor and love defies world’s dread.

Where infant cries break the sounds

all kings and shepherds seek to surround,

as star reflects hope and the son,

God enters the world among

on this our Christmas Day…

©   CMM  2015