It rings my love.
A parish prize.
To the air above.
In an “ever echo.”
“God’s holy sound”.
All rang in grace.
With skill around.
Now ask the call.
It rang in rhyme.
To an aged wonder.
Of an early chime.
Each to the hour.
A time to sing.
A pull of rope.
In to ear bring.
It is the church!
The bells I love.
They’re in the air.
And souls above
By local poet Anthony Page
“Just to make people think when church bells ring – the beauty and wonder they have.”
