Chant
Sunday 27 February 2022
poetry
In the hush of twilight, voices rise,
A steady chant that threads the night.
Each syllable, a soft refrain,
Echoes across the old stone lane.
Together they intone the ancient rite,
A rhythmic pulse, a shared delight.
The chant unfurls, a living thread,
Binding hearts in words unsaid.
