Covid Bells.

 Our Lady of Victories


Our Lady of Victories is pealing 

It’s great big bells revealing

Age old hymns from her steeple 

Daily raising the spirits

Rising above the virus

A clarion call in earnest

When we feel at our lowest.


Across the fields they ring

Past parked cars and garden swings 

As people open curtains 

And closed windows just to welcome

The age old bells that sound so fresh 

So timely in our crisis. 


Down the Glen the music rolls

Back in answer  rings St Paul’s 

From a handsome church 

On a wealthier road

The Church of Ireland

Returns the call. 


A summons to folk of every faith

Offering a timely invitation

To stop and pray and pause awhile

And join an invisible chorus

Across the nearby parishes. 

God's echo in twenty-twenty. 


This poem was written at the height of COVID when the Church bells rang across an empty landscape and brought thirty minutes of old hymns every day. 

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