Beyond the bell chamber

Exhausted,

looking for the beauty.

It's been a crazy circus in our house

since July.

Feel like an hour glass

with all my energy running out

swiftly,

swiftly as I watch

the tiny grains of sand disappear.

I'm gorging on the written word

in any shape or form.

Poetry,

magazines.

Learning to breathe

in the midst of the drama

and  just get on with our days.

This one, great life.

Watching for every curve ball it throws at us.

Then

lying in bed ,

new sheets and cosy pillows

while the rain beats a merry dance

on the attic window.

God reminding me

of people sleeping rough

in the cardboard cities of the world.

Suddenly,

I'm humbled.

I heard the rounded golden chimes

of our local parish church

across the air today.

With each ring,

I tasted

the

rebirth

of

hope