There was an ‘old rugged cross’
On top of a hill
Just as the hymn said.
There the bell rang thrice.
I walked towards the lone mighty cross.
An old man was seated.
Head bent,
With his feeble hands
He kept on pulling the string.
The Priest came out.
“Welcome to the lonely church
The Vicar just died.
We are mourning his death.
But he lived a full life.”
We walked out and sat on a bench.
The Priest and me.
“I had a dream,” he said
“Of the Vicar.
Where he told me
About his Journey.
The valleys, the hills
The silent brooks
The mountains...
He has transcended Time
And travelled through Space"
He also said,
“You shall not fear death
Though its arms are cold
Its heart is warm.”
“Death has a life!?”
I exclaimed.
“I know not,
For, I am still living", the Priest said.
"The Vicar told me
What we fear more
Is less fearful, when lived
You will live to learn
And die to understand this.”
I left the lonely church
With its bell
Still ringing…
And after a while
Reverberating…
The bells continue to ring.....at a distance. The feeble hear is a call....to explore...the unexplored....in another world. surreal ???
ReplyDeletethank you for giving us some pleasant respite through your creations.
Thank you Neeraj! Am touched.
ReplyDeletehey anila! i can't believe that you can write such a wonderful poems. I was trying to read the content behind but failed to understand..
ReplyDeleteI love the question: does death have a life of its own?
ReplyDeleteThe thoughts have ideas dancing around in my brain.
Anila, this is beautiful writing that is the calling of the Cross ... where we journey from within to look at our lives meaning.
I love the imagery of the old man (experience and a long life) and the Priest (the soul).
Bravo, friend : )
Touching
ReplyDeleteHow true is "What we fear more, Is less fearful"! loved the fantasy backdrop. I added a little mist and a fading evening to it :) loved it thoroughly!
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