I heard the bells start tolling,
They’re calling me to pray.
I hid my head and wept,
I knew not what to say.
I lived my life for pleasure.
I never gave a thought,
Others may have needed me,
But I assisted naught.
Now my head is heavy,
My final rest is near.
Will I be remembered?
As one who was not dear?
I close my eyes and sigh,
I do not know my path.
Death is oh so final,
And I fear the coming wrath.
I hear the bells keep tolling!
The sound has somehow changed.
Peace is all around me now,
Perhaps I’m not estranged.
Please dear Lord forgive me!
I know that I was wrong.
I wish to be beside you,
I wish to hear your song.
“You have been forgiven,
But you must play your part.
Others need to hear my words
Which you must now impart.”
“Once again you’ll live a life
Just as I foretold
Follow now a brand-new path
And miracles you’ll behold!”
The image is from the Internet I just don’t remember from where.
Pam, this is beautiful. I think it speaks for all of us. I especially love the hopeful ending!
Ginger
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Thank you my friend.
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There but for the grace of all things, Pam. Your prose speaks to the human condition, frail and vulnerable but with a spirit which can sustain.
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Wow, thank you so very much for that comment!
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Happy Friday Eve
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The big question is will the second chance produce change? Hopefully, it will.
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We must be the change.
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Amen.
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I’m with Ginger, Pam. this is beautiful and I do like the ending.
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Thank you so much Dan. I really enjoyed writing it.
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Pam, you’re such a gifted writer. This is absolutely amazing and heart-stirring. The questions, answers, and deep longings for that perfect place of peace ~and hearing the bells. Beautiful! 🎶 💛🤗
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Thank you Karla. I often think of bells and peace.
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A beautiful poem, Pam. It makes me thing of non-believers who, when faced with the end, decide that maybe, just maybe, they were too hasty to think such (My father was such a one.)
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No one truly knows what will happen and I find that titillating.
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This is true… and I’m in no rush to find out…
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