a little lovely...

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WHEN RING THE BELLS

Lightly fall the Rains
On Heads bowed down in Grace,
And now the Summer Sun
Dries each upturned Face.
The Distant Bells are sparkling
And sweeten Lilac air;
Bright Rainbows flowing with the Wind-
The Congregation stares.
Daisies, Bluebells, joined in Prayer
One Summer's windswept Day,
Knowing God and all his Blessings,
While with the Wind they Sway.
-Dave Vahlberg 6-26-2002