Within the tolls the bell tower told
There was not one single din
All were pure and sharp and sweet
And held not one drop of sin
They sliced the light
Of the night
And broke the white
Into coloured sight
They quelled the ache to fight,
Instilling calmness in place of fright,
Removing the need for might
And bringing hope amidst the blight
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesíaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
