The Bells of St. Pauls

A soft breeze from the nearby sea lifted its fingers one sunny morn' to cool the drowsy town as I strolled along the quiet street musing on life and greetings friends I chanced to meet along the way. I passed a quaint brown church nestled among newer neighboring shops its' stained glass windows caught the sun and flung a millions diamond lights into the air to form a backdrop for a muted fairy chorus there. Glancing aloft I saw no visible bells so whence came this refrain? that slowly rose to heaven, thinly sweet and pausing, fell to earth again, an answer came these were the ghostly echoes from the sweet voiced choir who poured their voices up to him along a golden stair of songs. The angels reposing there had caught the notes and hung them in a garland around the church steeple from souls who once the dim hushed aisles had trod along their upward rise to paradise and God!