After fingers of the rain reach down
Pulling frost out from the ground
And the cold relentless wind grows still
And I hear the gentle sound

Of a robin singing at my door
And distant thunder in the sky
Then I look out of my window
And watch children splashing by

Then I wonder at the changing world
As snowdrifts melt in Spring
And my sleeping faith sits up in bed
To hear the church bells ring


To Hear the Church Bells Ring
By Peter Caligiuri
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