When I was a youngster, I was perfectly contented listening to the music of the bells.
For they brought a great sense of comfort and happiness to my heart.
I remember so well the carols they would play and how it sounded; on the wind.
The joy of this particular time was not ephemeral but something most permanent.
For the sounds come to mind as I am sitting here thinking of the songs I'd hear.
Listening for the Christmas bells was a desire I had within me from a little child to my adulthood today.
The peace is not transitory but everlasting and full of life.
How I remember the times when the church steeple would play their songs and how it carried; on the wind.
Joy envelopes my heart in thinking of the feelings I had back then and how it feels today.
May the Lord always give me the memory I have of these times and never change me from what I am today.
For the time my memory slips is the day a big part of me will die.
Then the memories of the church bells will dwindle away and I will be left with only the present happenings which are so far away from the good ole days I knew.
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