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!
Copyright © Melody Coster | Year Posted 2010
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