My Heart To Chime Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

My Heart To Chime



Poor in stock yet rich in spirit,
my clock does bow and sway

In rags and tatters all unstitched,
with joy do I still pray

My flesh is weak, my home now burnt
just embers to remind

Within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
—my heart still chimes

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2015)
‘From The Book Of Prayers'

Tuesday, January 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: joy
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