Bell Tower

In the bell tower's
light
I see a woman.
She looks down at us but
feels
she is looking up.

In blue glow she is
lit
but we still cannot
see
her face.

Through the bars our
view is obscured
yet
we know the lines of
her face
well.

They lie within us all.

In the stone of our
flesh
we see her
written.

We see ourselves.