When the Dawn Bell Speaks

 

I hear a whisper in the dawn,

a silent chime within my soul-

a voice so faint, yet carrying on,

a call that makes the broken whole.

When the bell begins to speak,

its echo travels far and wide;

it touches hearts both strong and weak,

and stirs the quietness inside.

It tells of hope amid my fears,

a gentle nudge to rise again;

reminding me through fleeting tears

that loss and love are not in vain.

Sometimes it rings in tender grace,

a warning in my restless mind-

to cherish every fleeting face,

and leave no love behind.

For every life is bound to life,

in joy, in sorrow, in the night;

the world is stitched through peace and strife

with threads unseen, yet holding tight.

I feel it in the pulse of days,

a rhythm steady, soft, and true-

a call that guides me through the maze

to be both brave and gentle too.

So when that distant bell resounds,

I listen with my heart’s full might-

for in its trembling, timeless rounds,

I’m part of something vast and bright.  

And though it never names its own,

its message moves within us all-

like the wind that whispers through the trees,

or a loved one’s gentle call.  

Each echo proof we’re not alone,

whenever dawn’s faint whispers call-

a shared song in the quiet dawn,

that binds us one and all.