The wind blows softly between the reeds,
moving them in dance along;
The wind blows softly between the chimes;
playing them in merry song.
The breath of God brings peace to the saints;
to dance so divinely like the reed.
The breath of God brings peace to the world;
if only the hungry chime can feed.
The wind chime is a child that hungers to sing,
Only there is no food to eat just painful suffering.
Act now, reeds bow.
Send the wind.
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