Windchimes
As I pass under the windchimes, I pause and take a breath.
The wind begins to stir, and I am soon immersed in a wave of melodies, a cacophony of sound,
and God is there.
He is in the sound,
He is in the wind,
He is in the chimes.
A calming peace washes over me as I stand there, centering my heart and mind in Him,
filling me with faith, with hope, with love.
With peace.
As I stand there, I pray. Everything is restored to order, everything has its place.
And I am immersed in His glory, overwhelmed by His presence.
As I begin to feel the chill of the night's air, the wind begins to settle.
The chimes turn to silence.
I regain my senses.
And as I step out from under the windchimes, all of life bombards me.
I try to carry the windchimes with me, to keep that peace inside of me,
but the peace remains in the windchimes, the glory belonging to God.
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