In dream I heard the tolling
of a distant bell, heavy and rich
yet hollow and dull
it tolled eleven o’clock.
I looked through the window to see
a rush of snow before great wind
and there in the sky at the same time
moon and sun without contradiction.
Unclear whether it was night or day
What’s going on? was all I could say.
Words from Revelation came:
See, I make all things new.
Write these matters down
for the words are trustworthy and true.
