I
have them in
every
room.
I may
buy more.
I am
told
they
are lovely
and
that I am foolish.
Why
would someone
buy
chimes for an
apartment
they
ask
usually without
using words.
I
smile
and
remind them
of
hope
of
unseen winds that
have yet to blow
of
the silence in my
life before the
truth came
of
all the music
waiting to be made
of
the music in each of
us that will cascade
in
celebration of God's
playfulness
and
my courage.
I
remember now
and I
pray that I will
always
achingly remember
that
my life for too many
years
was a
silent windchime
trapped in a fantasy
of
windlessness and
worthlessness.
So
welcome to my home.
Admire my silent
windchimes.
They
are here to sing
the
song of every person
who
buys a lottery
ticket
where
pure aliveness is
the jackpot.
They
are here to demand
that
I sing my song.
They
are here to remind
me
to
pray for your wind
to come
and
your song to be
sung.