By George F. Karioris
On high from atop of each church and each spire
comes music majestic as if sung by a choir.
The bells chime the hours and the countryside sings
with voices of angels from the days of the Kings.
To Mass and to war ring their clarion call
to wedding and crowning, to birth and to pall.
Their songs are unchanged from the day they were cast.
We hear ages, and life-lines, the present, the past.
Remember their tolling from spires Baroque.
Remember their song and their message of hope.
June 2011, Czech Republic