I think this poems speaks for itself. For context, go back and read yesterday’s entry. (#80)
When the Bell Tolls (#81) © Brenda October 20, 1972 Would you truly give away the lifetime of your soul To steal a passing pleasure playing God Until the bell begins to toll? Pealing through the soundless world where only you can hear Juke up your soul (you cannot flee) this is Your tolling year. Fly you to the place of judgment and find ~ not a vengeful God But yourself set upon yourself what shock! It’s you who must apply the rod. Did you never wonder at the ease and ready hand With which you used that same rod on your children And your wife, with heavy hand?