Altar Bell

Standing on the smooth plain
Of the high mountain
Beautified with the finest roses
With arms outstretched
By the presider of the meeting
Calls the heaven to rest
On the bread and wine
laid on the field

The tiny metal bell’s echo
Cuts through the skin of everyone
Grabbing their hearts in its container
Speeding with the fast
Legs of the snail
With the wave of a smoke
Towards the pillars
Where the offerings are laid

Invisible it is
But its tingling
Rides upon the heart of men
Propelling a vibration that
Remove all eyes
Turning them blind only
To see the host laid upon

These plastic instrument
Present in every corner of the world
With its small little cap
Plays a cry of attention
To the minds set at sea
Marching them forward
To heaven above on the altar



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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