“The Voices of Bell Rock”

This piece honors Bell Rock as a timeless sanctuary, where stone and wind carry the whispers of ancestors. It speaks to the sacred duty of passing wisdom from elder to child, urging each generation to walk with reverence, remember their roots, and keep the flame of tradition alive.

THE VOICES OF BELL ROCK

Beneath the red cliffs where silence sings,
The circle forms and the elder speaks.
He draws in dust with steady hand,
The path of those who walked this land.
“This stone has watched, this wind has known,
The prayers once whispered into bone.”

Hear the voices of Bell Rock calling,
In the canyon wind, the night is falling.
They say: “Remember where you stand,
This is your people’s holy land.”
Carve the story, pass it on—
Keep the fire burning strong.
Let the young ones walk the talk,
And hear the voices of Bell Rock.

The children sit with wide-eyed grace,
As shadows dance on sandstone face.
He points to carvings etched in time,
A hawk, a flame, a spiral line.
“These marks are maps, not just for show—
They teach you more than you may know.”

Hear the voices of Bell Rock calling,
In the canyon wind, the night is falling.
They say: “Remember where you stand,
This is your people’s holy land.”
Carve the story, pass it on—
Keep the fire burning strong.
Let the young ones walk the talk,
And hear the voices of Bell Rock.

Now moonlight falls on ancient ground,
And drums arise with a sacred sound.
The young now stand where old ones stood,
To guard the stone and do what’s good.
“Don’t trade your roots for fleeting fire—
The rock still speaks. Let it inspire.”