Posted by: Ron DuBour | November 17, 2013

Steeple Bells~by rldubour


 

 

Steeple Bells

 

As he walked down the path through the fresh fallen snow.

With thoughts of his past, a chill made him feel cold.

 

He walked further on and after a while.

All his memories of good things brought his face to a smile.

His eyes were still bright, yet looked heavy and tired.

As he looked all around, at this place he admired.

 

At the place where he lived most all of his life.

Were once he had family and a sweet loving wife.

His children all grown and had moved far away.

And he lost his dear wife, when the angels came that day.

 

That’s where he was going, on that cold winters night.

To kneel by the grave, of his sweet loving wife.

For a moment he’s lost, forgot how to get there.

As tears came to his eyes and froze in the cold air.

 

He asked for a sign, for he just could not tell.

If only he heard those steeple bells.

Then he would know what direction to go.

As he pushed himself forward, ever so slow.

 

He started to pray and asked for help from above

To give him the strength left, to reach his sweet love.

He had to reach her with no selfish act.

Was then that he knew, he was not coming back.

 

The sign that he asked for came with a bright light.

As he watched while he cried, it was his sweet loving wife.

She came with the angels, her arms reaching forth.

As they embraced in the arms of this heavenly worth.

 

Now forever together, they turned back and could tell.

It was the miracle of music from the church steeple bells.

 

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  1. Beautiful!


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