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General News · 4th June 2010
Ralph Nursall

Sweet Anna
rang like a carillon of silver bells
across this island.

When Anna laughed
it was like the charm of chimes.
When Anna giggled
we heard the shiver of little bells.

Anna laughed with us, and giggled – and when excited, squealed.
Then we all smiled with her,
and shared the moment,
hearing tiny handbells.
sharp, soprano, clarion.

Her presence brought music to us all!

Anna was curious, compassionate, and comradely.
She had small interest in things convoluted or persnickety
or set out in regulated subsections sequentially
numbered and indented in a pall of order.

If some plan, event or object could not be laid out and made plain,
addressed, understood, or seen in beauty,
dressed in colour, or set to music,
or built in serenely simple shape,
serving people, whomsoever,
it did not engage her deeply.

Nor was her grace and goodness threatened by object or event.
Then her bells rang as softly as the call to vespers.

Anna was spirit and love and sympathy and courage.
She encompassed life and it enfolded her.

Can more be asked than spirit, courage, and a receptive heart?
Listen to the echoes of the bells!