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Bells by Melanie R.
Bells vibrate in their tolling;
the toll upon its frame.
Spirit sings,
the tone not muffled
by harsh suffering.
It swung to hit,
and deaden sound;
to take away its song.
Clapper’s ding-
piercing pitch,
would strike the headstock strong.
Though hung up in a belfry,
and yanked on by a rope.
The one that had no slack to give,
the one that had no hope.
The pulling down,
forced side to side…
Jolted,
worn down bell.
It didn’t crack,
stayed in rhythm-
swayed til it was still.
The bell’s yoke
heavy laden,
reverberate on rounds.
Called out to my savior,
He heard,
my spirit found!
Prepared 10,000 angels,
Golden bells of faithful noise,
the blowing of the shofar,
a shout of grateful poise.
Lord’s musical procession;
Instruments in hand.
Conducts His Holy orchestra…
Bell’s song will ring again.