Poem: Ancient Chimes

The ancient chimes are echoing;
they’re ready to be struck.
And all the time you’re beckoning,
you lift us from the muck.

What strange and oddly creatures we
who dance below the sky,
and do not know the good we see.
We turn from you and die.

O give us life, let us repent,
O let us live in you.
It’s worthless all the time I’ve spent
without you in my view.