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Art created on Fresh Paint Program to go with poem.
Faintly Sounds the Bells.
The bell, I hear the bells,
So faintly ringing, the sound so far beyond,
My eyes look out, look out searching
Scanning into the vague horizon.
The sounds speaking to me gently
Coursing through my very being,
The bells, the bells are ringing-
Or is it a chorus of angles singing.
My mind is dazed like the morning haze,
So I ponder; as I wonder
The sounds, are they for me only?
Tempting, teasing to me fondly.
What of my soulful mind do they ask,
A needful message to convey,
Some chapter in life's path, so far past,
Or perhaps a newness here to stay.
Or maybe another time, another place
From here to there with no care.
A different quest, laced with grace
Of beauty beyond our everywhere.
The sky is clearing, the haze disappearing
But a glimpse if infinity I did see.
Such drifts of thoughts never naught
Seek to let me in, let me be.
The bells are ringing, more sounds redeeming
Tingling sounds vibrate in the air.
The bells are ringing, light is beaming
Reach out and catch without a care.
The sounds are love and hope and peace,
Transcending time for peace revealing.
A newness of joy and happiness
Openness of heart not concealing,
So far from my limited visual scope
Rendering such peaceful feeling.
For joy and love and always hope
Peace from the bells softly revealing.