Love's Little Bell
Your love moves like the early morning mist
that forms an arch above a sparkling stream.
It is that special moment, within time,
which settles as a soft, embracing gleam.
Perhaps a little angel shook a bell,
then blew a kiss, which, drifting earthward bound,
soon wandered on its way into love’s realm,
uniting both our souls upon it's sound.
I will no longer ponder heaven’s ways
or question how those wondrous thoughts occurred.
Oh, what sweet gifts entwine my earth and sky?
It’s every silent twinkle, of your word.
