Each year I hear the ringing bells, each source a different story tells. (Form: End Rhyme)
| Heavenly Bells
Each year I hear the ringing bells.
Each source a different story tells
and yet, it still remains unclear
why they celebrate this time of year.
In pagan days on winter's night
they kept the evil out of sight.
Soon they tolled to call the people
ringing from the church's steeple.
In early wars the ringing sound
would signal to those on the ground
that animosity would cease
and for a time, there would be peace.
Now soldiers of a different fashion
ring bells seeking our compassion
over kettles painted red
to give the poor their daily bread.
The bells adorning Santa's sleigh
ring merrily. "Up and away,"
he shouts as children dream at night
of presents and reindeers in flight.
The jingle of a shop keep's door
is not the end. There must be more
to this holiday of joy and light
in remembrance of that Holy Night.
The bells that ring remind us each
that long ago, He came to teach
us to have faith in God and love
here on the earth and up above.
Each year I hear the bells in song,
a joyful noise above the throng,
which proclaim the heavenly birth
of Jesus, son of God, on earth.
May peace be with you; my peace I give unto you.
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Prompt: Christmas Season
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