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The Ringing of the Chimes

As the wind howls past my window

I listen intently for the ringing of the chimes

Somehow the chimes make the angryness

Of the wind dissipate, adding just the right

Amount of sweetness to the air……..

 

I take in a deep breath

 

Melodies that take me far beyond the confines

Of this place, this room I share mostly with

Clutter and dreams

 

It seems it was just yesterday that I went to sleep

Enveloped by the tri-colored leaves reminding

Me that winter is on its way

Today I woke up exposed by the barrenness

Of the trees bowing and weeping – showing

reverence and resolve

 

How lonely one can be – especially at this time –

This new season………

The “death season” lasting much too long

The numbers increasing everyday

Somebody’s life has been snuffed out

Somebody’s grandparent, somebody’s husband,

Wife,  child, death has no favorites – knows no

Color.

 

Death tried to steal my friend. I never prayed

So hard I never cried so many tears

They say the virus is spiking once again

 

I take in a deep breath

 

For all those whose breath is weakened today

Who can’t catch enough air

 

I listen for the chimes, they give me hope

They keep me singing, and I hear the sweetest

Melody splattering and sprinkling

joy deep within me

pushing me towards life – not death

As I hang on waiting for the time to pass and

It does….another minute, another hour, another

Day,

Time be on my side, be my friend

Help me to fill each moment with gratitude

Help me to breathe deeply for someone,

Help me to pray for someone who can’t see

Their way past this minute

 

I scream……listen for the chimes they bring

Hope. They add just the right amount of sweetness

To the air.

 

Take another breath, hold on and wait……

There’s much more life to live!

 

One Response

  1. The Ringing of the Chimes is so beautiful and resonates with me right now . The death season is real, even in the midst of the celebration of Life that is Christmas. I too almost lost a dear friend to COVID Christmas week and I still feel the fear, more real than all the statistics and stories. Shameful though that is. Your poem is a chime.

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