Columnist HUGH SELBY takes to poetry with a seasonal message of hope.
I love the bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play
And wild and sweet
Their words repeat
A baby is born to save us
Then peel the bells more loud and deep
“Gods are not dead, nor do they sleep”
The wrong shall fail
And right prevail
A baby is born to save us
A lone bell wail seeks heaven’s door
Inscribed on which is found this lore
Search for the dove
Come back with love
A baby is born to save us
A great bell tolled, the missile struck
Lives vaporised by mindless luck
Fate cut the threads
Fate spared one bed
A baby is born to save us
The bells sound justice, truth, and peace
But first the sounds of war must cease
Now a ceasefire
Our fates still dire
A baby is born to save us
Bells are silent, bellringers sleep
Survivors through the ruins creep
Food and water
Sons and daughters
A baby is born to save us
Calls to prayer ring out each day
Justice is sought by all who pray
Allah their light
Justice their right
A baby is born to save us
The bells and calls reach out to all
Including babies on the crawl
Still free of hate
Any may be great
A baby is born to save us
I love the bells each waking day
Their old familiar music plays
And wild and sweet
Their words repeat
A baby is born to save us
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