Bells Tolls on The Hill
When the darkest hour grows calm...A warm and loving soul climbs to heights
Above.
Returns to the makers love...
Unfinished, in a corner there, stand hope,
and compassion's goal... Softly it lifts
the soul.....
The church bells on distant hill begin to toll.
A day of sorrow fills the air, a weeping woman,
stands to shake with care, her empty tears blurs
her stare......
What saddened place she dwells, like under a solitary
Spell, a worldly walk, on the edge of hell.
In all directions, she holds faith's promise, that
she holds well... Only Angels can truly tell...
Heaven's gates, his destination, she sees him
Waiting.........
Young again, strong and tall, standing above it all.
Now she stands in this far off place, with a chill, as the
Bells tolls, up on the hill...
© allseasonsverse
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