Angelus Poem by Paul Isaac

Day's steamy centre
The restless classes giving scant attention
To the teacher's pleasant drone.
Two boys rush to ring the angelus,
That glorious sound of another day's progress.
A gift:
To sound the bell that tells the world to pause
And remember …
God is here.

A short and shady path leads to the chapel door.
Bells hanging silent, the slack wound rope
Is grasped and pulled nine times.
Unequalled joy and honour:
To be chosen to toll the angelus bell
And let the world know …
I am here.

(Brisbane,2010)