A Bell That I Hear Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

there's a bell that I hear
and
its sounds are distant
yet clear:
it touches my heart
vesper bell
it voice sinks
with the
deepening of night
as my Soul
my Inner Soul.

on the Hedge of Life
with fresh
and green garlands
I celebrate
even a last night
in the Shrine of Joy
with the bacchanalians.

Beauty be ever with us
even in the worst!

there's in this my madness
some point
which does not turn
and turn
directionless

and
that be Beauty
Beauty in the Soul's
inner gladness.

On the face outside
there be
the Mask of Life
Sad and resigned
yet
behind and below
there be
the Fire of Life
not
to be quenched
desires
burning
not to be stifled
roaring fires.

The rain drizzles a little
though it be July
and a semi-hot day.

For
there's a bell that I hear
and
its sounds are distant
yet clear:
it touches my heart
vesper bell
it voice sinks
with the
deepening of night
as my Soul
my Inner Soul