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
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2023
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