Temple Bells

If you believe,

       then the temple bells will ring.

Hold the rock in your hand,

       in quiet, the crystal sings.

The soul is a prisoner

       yearning to be free.

Do not ask others, you forge the key.

The bells, the bird, they are there

       in the earth of your chest,

       in the temple of you, sacred, blessed.

Spires and crosses point to heaven,

       but find your path within.

       Any moment is ripe to begin.

Grief and anger still the bells--

       Lift them off, cut them off,

       free yourself from a personal hell.

Let your spirit like water flow,

       know by going where it is to go.

See what your self-faith brings.

If you believe,

       your temple bells will ring.