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Today, my nephew Sam is marrying his beautiful Sharnie.
Sadly, I’m unable to be there, as I’ve caught a Covid-like viral infection.
My pretty outfit will have to wait for another happy occasion!

I wrote my poem Wedding Bells are Ringing especially for them.
Thank you, Lori, for asking me to write it—it truly means the world to me.
Please drink a glass of Champagne for me.
My heart is at the ceremony, even though I am not.

I’ve transformed my poem ‘Wedding Bells are Ringing’ into a song. You’ll find the audio beneath the poem—may it bring you joy 🔔♥️

Wedding Bells are Ringing

by Lesley Scoble

Wedding bells are ringing;
cherub voices are singing.
Flowers scent the aisles;
guests await with smiles.

The pews creak full to capacity;
the families grin with alacrity.
Wedding hats nod with floral trim;
glances peek from beneath each brim.

Rustles of pretty dresses whisper;
it’s nearly time.
The bells are still chiming
in celestial time:

chime chime chime

“I think I’m on the wrong side,” someone says.
There is a disturbance while they move;
someone kneels and prays.

“Is she late?”
The groom turns round—
he will wait;
he’s waited a long time for this—
a state of happy, married, wedded bliss.

There’s a build in tension
some apprehension:
“What if she doesn’t turn up?”
“Of course, she will—she wouldn’t miss this nup—
not for the world.
They love each other
for ever and ever…”

“Well, I never!
Here she is!”

The heralds trumpet in triumph;
heads pretend not to turn.
She’s standing there in quiet pause,
waiting for her cue—
a cloud of tulle around her pretty face,
her dress shimmers and swerves in swirls of lace.
Her man at the altar—he’s waiting too.

The church organ grinds the wedding march;
her tiny steps step closer through the arch.
Bridesmaids and pages follow through,
showering rose petals at her feet,
carpeting the ancient church with scent,
laying a fragrant trail toward her love—
a sweet path for each step she takes 
and where she went.

He turns to her and nearly swoons:
his lady stands before him all in white,
her beauty shining like a wondrous light
from a thousand gilded moons.

“Have you got the ring?”
“Of course,” the best man says,

The best man fumbles in his pocket;
the bride twiddles with her silver locket…
someone in the congregation prays…

“I do!” the best man says—
someone laughs,
and someone coughs.

And that’s when the bells clang
and cascade with ringing;
the organ swells,
and everyone (even I sang)
starts singing. 


—Lesley Scoble, July 2025

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Music Audio—Wedding Bells are Ringing—I hope you enjoy the song!

Sam and Sharnie, I wish you every happiness and bucket loads of confetti and love! 🔔 ♥️♥️ 🔔