THE ANGELUS

THE ANGELUS

Vanquished hearts, a noble need --
Souls, regretting distance, plead.
Bodies heaped, cold slabs betray
Good intentions, veiled decay.
With bowed heads and pondered deeds,
Hands close round unscattered seeds.

The Angelus -- all stop and hear
Your voice, Your love, Your presence near.

Fracas stilling, sail’s unfurled:
Time is here, in God’s own world.
Loving muzzles, rocks as art
Bells that toll, sidewalks impart.
Neighbours chant, across the lane,
Words, His glory, not profane.

The Angelus -- all stop and hear
Your voice, Your love, Your presence near.

Primum movens, beauty sways.
Doors can’t close to heaven’s rays.
Servants sate and soothe and share;
Earth, it heals in wondrous flair.
Falling stone meets rising flame,
Rest united in God’s name.

The Angelus – all stopped and heard
Your voice, Your love, Your presence stirred

Nancy Coombs