My Heart To Chime

Poor in stock yet 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

 

Within this trouble and burning ash,

   on the hour

     —my heart still chimes

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)

     ‘From The Book Of Prayers’

 

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