See that bell over there
swinging gently in the air.
It is polished, silver and gleaming
as it rocks, softly dreaming
of summers past, days done,
and of children come and gone.
“I know you did not write those words specifically for me, yet I believe just as adamantly that they were MEANT for me this morning. There was a beauty to what you wrote that grabbed hold of me and refused to let my attention wander until tears had filled my eyes to overflowing. More perfectly chosen words I have never come across. And truer words I have never needed so desperately to hear.” by Michael