My chimes, all night blowing in the wind
I’d wake at moments, comforted by them
Some days, it’s not the sun that shines
But the threat of rain that inspires my day
My chimes, still singing this grand ole’ morn’
Understanding, today will be good
Writing, in the morning gives clarity to the day
It’s a blessing that helps show me the way
It’s as if I must ‘release’ what is in my heart
Before ‘production’ can have its start!!
Raindrops beginning their fall; pressed to the window
Almost full length of my writing kingdom, aka, bedroom
Gathering my thoughts (which every morning can either break or make my day!)
I fully realize the hours I have put into this space
And I return to my chimes, grateful
For the many times they have filled me with grace
~Another of life's contentments~
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