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| Church Bell's Peal on a Journey By Sannel Larson |
As I stand on the ancient bridge
that crosses the river with the sea
I hear the echoes of distant bells
guiding me towards tranquility.
A sudden gust carries leaves
from yesterday's summer trees
like crimson jewels from the past
they float out to the seven seas.
Tiny songbirds in hushed flight
through the darkened evening sky
flap their delicate wings so fine
towards the journey's end they fly.
The dusk fades into a memory
as today's sunset is forever gone
dead of night draws ever near
not yielding until break of dawn.
Church bells peal on a journey
waver on throughout the night
keeping me solemn company
as the stars spread their light.
Darkness wraps its velvet stole
around my shoulders so bare
as I wait for an answered prayer
I reach my hands into the air.
Oh, please give me wings to fly
so I can touch the crescent moon
and dance 'tween the stars so bright
in rhythm to the heavenly tune.
As songbirds lift me with their wings
and the echos of bells sets me free
the journey's end, I finally reach
as I cast my soul into the deep sea.
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