The steeple bells ring loud and clear
They seem to sing “So glad you’re here”
That joyous song now fills the air
Advising spring will soon be there.
See how my heart does skip a beat
I sense a spriteness in my feet
The sky is clear, the air is clean
The peace of God’s upon the scene !
I know that there are those who deny
That we have a God who bides on high
There is no way to solve this debate
At least for the moment soon or late.
Although their doubt still ever persists
I would rather trust that He exists
And shall settle for this simple fact
I believe with my whole heart intact !
A gentle wind now lifts the leaves
That nestle in the buildings’ eaves
There are no children in the street
I hear no sound of running feet.
The parks are carpeted in grass
Manmade of plastic rolls en masse
The rain has melted all the snow
The runoff has no place to go.
What kind of world is this we see
Man’s vision of pretend-to-be ?
Along life’s way I hope and pray
That God is there both night and day
And that He hears our silent prayer
To stay close by no matter where.
I’m sure that He has much to do
And millions with a wish list too
I do not want to jump the line
The chances are that I’ll be fine.
But it would be quite nice to think
That when one trembles on the brink
The Lord is there to break the fall
Because He loves us warts and all !
Sometimes I think when I’m abed
That I hear dancing o’er my head
Then I recall the years gone by
Aft my two feet had learned to fly.
I never thought that I was great
But dancing did my soul elate
Sometimes I stumbled, took a fall
Not in performance, not at all.
Yet there were times I’d miss a beat
Or needed to replace a cleat
I loved to dance, still wish I might
Too long ago, I lost that fight !
Claire V. Bogdanos 