Creed

Sunday church bells sing,
Their tumbling tuneless song -
My faith lies elsewhere,
In the perfect symmetry,
Of each swaying golden frond.


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I was walking the dog in Buxted park and happened to arrive as the church bells were calling the faithful to worship. I've always like the sound of church bells and the way you can hear the tumble as they reach the top of their arc and fall ....

Anyway this set me musing on the the nature of faith and belief. It must be very re-assuring to have faith like that, but I just don't. Instead I gain spiritual nourishment from the beauty of the world around me ... hence the poem ...

Still playing catch up with blip .... previous two days here:

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