Into the vast silence of a cold and dark Christmas Eve
Comes the distant ringing of a bell.
More than the isolated sound of a single bell,
The center of all bells that toll.
The tender tinkling of the clear, crystal bell,
The heavy clang of a cowbell in a snowy field,
The sweet peaceful melody of silvery sleighbells.
The sound rings out from farms, churches, and cities,
Warming the icy silence of the night,
Swirling memories like myriad flakes of snow,
Filling our souls with sound,
The music of God that touches our pain
Exploding it into joy.
© Barbara Flass 1999