Bells

Oh, the beauty of the BELLS of my life. First, there were the SCHOOL BELLS. Great sounding BELLS recessing me; Sad sounding BELLS returning me; Guiding BELLS directing me to new classes. Those BELLS I heard for 12 years and more. Once upon a time, I heard CHURCH BELLS ringing, calling worshipers to sing, pray, and preach. Although not as often, I heard those COWBELLS. Those memorable BELLS, I heard as a child. There often were the sounds of WEDDING BELLS; BELLS of loving commitment and covenant romance. Such BELLS of my very own rang more than 50 years ago. I can hear those SALVATION ARMY BELLS; BELLS that return every Christmas Season; BELLS that encourage me to give joyfully. Oh, what unforgettable BELLS that show and tell. 120823PS