Moved by the music of the morning breeze
Soon the cars on the highway join in the chorus: Whoosh!
Whoosh! With the occasional SPLASH!
Wind chimes waltz as raindrops, moved by the wind,
write a new melody; they too join in
A tiny bird chirps, hopping from branch to branch
Softly purring her own solo, a cat curls in my lap
In this magnificent stillness,
Drops of love surround me,
Falling down like rain
This is God’s Concert Hall
Forever free and available to one and all.
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