Windchime Visionary
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Windchime Visionary
David J Walker
What I saw was
The harvest
Of course
Standing at the end of
Fresh sewn oats
Every stalk
A prayer
Uttered in the name of rain
If nothing else
Uttered in a blue tinge of
Skeptical sincerity
Kneeling in a meter of
Experience
Quietly listening for answers from
The voice of God
Who roars like thunder
Or whispers the inaudible
Answers but only after
We are exhausted
What I saw was every
Good and bad past thing
Repeating their crimes
Competing at times
In the incomplete sentences
of windchimes
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2022
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