My Heart Still Chimes

Poor in stock but rich in spirit,

my clock does bow and sway

 

In rags and tatters all unstitched,

with joy do I still pray

 

My flesh is weak, my home now burnt

just embers to remind

 

That within this trouble and burning ash,

on the hour

   —my heart still chimes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

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