A knock at the chapel door: no hand, no sound
Just silence dressed in mourning’s gown
The death you feared has come & gone
And yet the clock keeps ticking on

It tolls not noon, nor dusk, nor dawn
But wake, the bell beneath the lawn
It shakes the spine, it splits the seam
It cracks the mirror of your dream

The face is gone, the hand grown cold
The story left half-sung, half-told
And in the hollow where they stood
You find the echo: do some good

O, foolish heart, so slow to see
Love was the only liturgy
Not gold, not fame, nor solemn vows
But how you kissed their furrowed brow

The grave is not the end, but gate
A scythe that sharpens mortal fate
It screams in silence, soft & stark:
This is your life, ignite the dark

So grasp the ones who breathe beside
Before they too must say goodbye
Let not your hands be still with dread
But holy with the love you shed

For when the bell tolls once for thee
May love be all your legacy