Christmas Bell

 Its Just a Christmas bell
From an old time Christmas tree
Yet when it starts to ring
My soul will sing to me.

It isn't made of gold or silver,
Just brass with a tin clapper
But the heavenly sound it makes
Defies it's mortal wrapper.

I don't know where it came from
Or how long it's been around,
But I will have it 'till I die
And leave it to be found

By someone else who's ready
To fall under it's spell
And let their soul start singing
When they hear the Christmas bell.
 
 

This poem was previously published on my spiritual blog.

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