The Sounding of Stone – Bob Woodroofe

down full five fathoms deep

risen to light split and cut

until each one stood alone

 

look for the mason’s mark

whose hand and tool carved

these myriads of designs

 

pieced together stone by stone

complete no longer alone

they form this towering vision

 

as tall as they were deep

higher still they reach

now no longer asleep

 

woken by the peal of bells

that rings through their pores

sings into stone recesses

 

pours from dressed faces

to enter into our ears

to lodge in our heads

 

repeats round after round

deep into the mind wound

as we drown in bell sound

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