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No Bells

By Sandra J. Hagle

No roses in the chapel

Or carnation on a lapel

No pews full of people

Bells silent in the steeple

Ringing out no story for thee.

 

No white doves sent sky-bound

Or rice strewn upon the ground

No long and lovely gown

Bells from above will not resound

To toll of their glory for me.

 

Maybe the most you get

Is the least that you expect

Maybe when two lives intersect

The seasons of love go on yet

Those bells mock me hauntingly.

Like a church without a vesper

Affirmation held by a whisper

Like hearts want spring in winter

Listening for the bells to surrender

What I believe in but what cannot be.

Copyrightę2001 Sandra J. Hagle