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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the mist, like a dream, she has weathered the seasons… On the wind swept shelf, as if silently sleeping Where souls in her graveyard, are hers for the keeping Staring out at the tide, where the seagulls sweep low In the moldering courtyard, one can linger awhile Among ancient arches of the old Mission style Names locked in history, and stories revealed are etched in the headstones, now ancient and frail The cracked marble fountain once shimmered so fair Above the church doorway, vines have withered and died Aloft from the steeple, are the four watchful eyes Looking out over waters, of the deep crimson tide Three bronzed vestige bells dangle high overhead Their voices are silenced, by the time keeper's death The rafters are filled with the toll of the dove To offer their souls for the bells that lost breath And the echo's of sainthood, and moss covered jade From the crumbling ruins, stones humbly laid Dark shadows of saints stain the moss covered jade A weeping old willow, with leaves brittle and dry One drinks with the ears, and listens with eyes The bronze clangs of vespers, and prayer chanting tides One might hear the ancient echo, yet, for whom do old bells call? Making sense of the senseless, are there untold stories tolled? Giving voice to age-old questions, and feelings unexplained The bells ring out, without a sound, across the human tide
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