Epiphany a Firenze

In her beautiful and evocative poem 

The Moon and the Yew Tree,

Sylvia Plath writes:

"Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky - "

The sky here however, 

 must be somewhat blasé about the whole thing,

bells ringing out not just today, but each day, 
at all hours, from all directions, near and far.

I assume some of these are the actual bells 
from ages past,

those same that in days now long gone,

summoned the citizenry to altars of a higher power.

Today, for most, they merely suggest, 
  boldly, as a backdrop, 

that one take pause, to smell the roses,

 or whatever wonders be at hand;

Which I guess is in of itself, a higher power as well.