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- By Ruth Calder Murphy -

Listen to the bells,

chiming their Sunday best

over the still air,

calling people everywhere

to prayer.

The people are abed,

Morpheus chanting Matins

in their heads,

picking Divinities

like blackberries,

Gods and Goddesses

shining to infinity,

shining like stars,

chiming like bells…

Listen to the bells,

ringing out across the still air,

calling sleepers everywhere

to prayer...

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