The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight
pealing, appealing,
across the sea.
I cannot go; I am not free
bound here in ministry.
Silence and sanctuary are calling tonight
softly, in stage whispers my soul cannot snub.
Slumbering amidst the restless din
I dream of holy hush and polished pews.
I yearn for my holy Father tonight
His presence palpable in the nave
I pine for Bibles with broken spines
spaces where I know God to be.
I rest, cradled in faith tonight
for the bells call but do not toll.
Grace covers; my debts are paid.
All is well with my soul.
This was a surprise prompt from Write on Edge: Add 100 words of fiction (any genre) to the following first line:
“The bells of St. Brigit’s are calling tonight.”
This is beautiful, Angie. It perfectly captures that line between peace and turmoil that I feel right before sleep.
Thank you, Andrea. I got a great visual of a character when I read that opening line, and that peace and turmoil was central to it.
Beautiful. The last part is my favorite.
Mine, too.
I like to think I am covered in Grace. I know I need to be. Beautiful, Angie.
I love the image of grace like a blanket. The ultimate gift from our Father. Oh, how I need it. Oh, how we *all* need it.
Touching and beautiful. The last line slayed me.
I’m so glad you liked it, Kerstin. Thank you!
Lovely!
Thank you for reading!
I love the phrase ‘cradled in faith’. This is a lovely, comforting piece. LM x
That’s one I struggled to find, but I love how it turned out. I was picturing him cradled in a hammock in this refugee camp, trying to find peace, and I realized what I was really looking for was right there in front of me in the image.
This is really good. The story between the lines is good, the imagery in the poetry is good. I love it.
Thank you, my dear!
Lovely–just lovely! It flows so nicely, and I love the tender, heartfelt tone.
So glad you liked it!
“Bibles with broken spines” I can see and feel them. Nice.
So can I, Asproulla. It comforts me to know they’re out there all over the world.
You really stepped into that fiction, sister, and created a moment in time for *me* to step into… in a 100 words. Kudos.
It pulled me in somehow. So glad you liked it, Galit!
“Bound here in ministry…” Really powerful stuff this poem – Thank you
You are ever versatile, Angie. The cadence of this was like a lullaby.
So very lovely and powerful.
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