Dominique-Marie
                                
                                    samedi 17 octobre 2020
                                 
                                                                 
                            Reading of an Elise poetry during a bell baptism
                            A new bell was blessed today in the village of Sacy. The poem “The Lark and the Bell” was read by the Archbishop himself.
                                                            It is an exceptional event by the rarity of a baptism, that is to say of the blessing, of a new bell.
                            
                            
                            
                                                            On Saturday October 17, 2020 took place the baptism of the new church bell in Sacy. It has been many years since the sound of bells has resonated in this village.
Since the bells in our churches have names, their blessing is improperly called baptism. And so it was decided to proceed with this ceremony on May 22. The health standards in force have decided otherwise. Fortunately this ceremony could be moved to October 17th.
Mgr Hervé Giraud, Archbishop of Sens, Bishop of Auxerre and Prelate of the Mission of France kindly proceeded to this baptism himself. During his homily, Bishop Giraud read the beautiful and relevant poetry of Elise Bisschop _L’alouette et la cloche_, as well as a text by Marie Noël.
Here is the text of the poetry:
> There are two voices including the Good Lord  
Use to pull us a little  
Above the earth ...  
Each halfway to the sky  
We feel vibrate in their call  
Life and prayer.
> They speak to us, these chimes  
Throwing over the furrows  
The ardent voice of the bells.  
And when they ring out sometimes  
Our hearts distinguish, in their voices,  
Accents of reproach.
> And the lark with a happy heart  
Who fights and sings the better  
Her dazzling song,  
She tells us: “Always higher!  
Strength is not lacking  
To the heart that prays and sings! "
> For us, who think too often  
To the good Lord as to an absent,  
The song of the bell  
And the bird, sprung from the plows  
In our everyday work  
Show it to us, very close.