Ticks and Chimes
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Ticks and Chimes
The pictures on the walls,
and in my books...
are all that I have,
from yesterday,
to remember you by,
and all those that are now gone.
The world is less full,
and I am
lonely.
I know that my time will come also.
I am not afraid.
I know that there is a place for me,
under the big tree...
in the giant green meadow...
where my family will gather
to hug, and hold one another.
There will be those that I love,
and those I have never met before.
It will not matter to any.
It will only matter that we are there,
and the King is real.
The songs that will be sung,
will fill the hearts of the angels,
and they will lift their eyes to the skies
together with us to worship the king.
For now I live,
from day to day.
I wander through the moments.
Those that linger longer than the rest,
and those I can not let go.
They give me peace, and calm.
The clock continues.
Tick... tick, tick,
as I wait for the chime.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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