Cross and moon
Shooting star for all to see
Bells are ringing following
Call to prayer as flags fly high
Pride runs through as veins run dry

Pride runs through the veins
of the marketplace
of the craftsmanship
of the worshippers
of the travelers from afar.

Far away the right to choose
a stone’s throw, unable to leave.
The honor, acceptance, the making of home.
Land. Home.

How I would question everything.

The bells answer:
Ding, dong.

“Calm yourself, sweet young one. Trust in me, the way.

Be enveloped in my music
heard all around.
No one can harm a chime.
No one can kill a sound.

Live with the knowledge of this,
The Solace of the Bells.”