Where was this community’s #protector
When the fire was kindled,
When the flames exulted?
Where was this community’s protector
When the tower sagged,
And the beams groaned low,
And the bell’s cast bronze softened and cracked?
Their #protector remained
Just where the Spirit always lives:
In the icy wind,
In the tear-filled eye,
In the resolute heart.
Somers’ protector grieved
And held a grieving people close,
And fed their hearts on grace and courage.
Last spring a new bell rose, and waits,
Waits for this spring when they will praise
Their loving, faithful #protector
In a house they’ve built for worship.