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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.
Copyright©2001 Sandra J. Hagle