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Thrice-Time Tllings
Sweet angel bells caress the air
With tlling, tlling, tlling
Thrice they chime their gentle tllings
Then thrice again once more
With fluted softness, the tllinging brings
A chorale of soul-lights – Heaven sings
Thrice they sigh their gentle tllings
Then thrice just as before
And me? So sad? Such a sad, poor thing
Am soul-brushed - . tlling, tlling, tlling
Brought home to life, come home to love,
Throw wide my stained glass door
As hummingbirds, afloat mid-air
Still their rainbow wings
Astride the currents of the thrice-time tllings
Transformed beyond their core
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