THE GOLDEN BELLS



They sat there together, watching the sunset,
As was their practice for so many years.
This was a private, magical time,
That strengthened their bond and lessened their cares.

He turned and looked deeply into her eyes,
And then reached out and took her hand.
Both of them listened to the clarion sound,
Of church bells pealing across the land.

He quietly murmured “I still remember that day,
And yet it seems such a very short time.
I would do it all again, if I could.
For me, you are the only one of a kind.”

“Dear husband of mine, this comes from my heart,”
She said as she held tight to his hand.
“You have given me happiness and love beyond measure.
My most precious memories come from this golden band.”

“It was just fifty years ago,” he said,
As he took a small box from his vest.
“But the bells have not changed their ringing,
And by our Lord God, we have truly been blessed.”

“My beloved wife, I want you to have this,
As a token of my love for you.”
In the box was an amulet of purest gold,
“Two bells for our love, so strong and so true.”

“They started us out together,
On this journey through life, two as one.
And through good and bad, thick and thin,
They have continued to ring their beautiful song.”

They sat there then in silence,
As the last notes from the bells died away.
But they were content and comforted,
Knowing that God had prepared their way.

And in the years that remained to them,
Whatever the number, wherever the land.
They knew they would always have each other,
Whether on Earth, or in Heaven so grand.

Copyright 2007 Thomas C. Caplinger All rights reserved.
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