When You came in her life,
it was like You were collecting old discarded pipes,
Cutting them to chime perfectly on key;
Lifting them with caring hands -
Hanging them from the fir tree just so.
Now wind chimes ring pure in the darkness.

When You came into her life,
Piecing together her scattered life
Meticulously - as You tuned the chimes -
Your smile warmed the leftovers of her,
Long stale in the ice-box of loneliness.

You brought back her broken fragments
That had been in Your pocket that appeared magically;
Breathing new love into her withered heart.
Taking out the perfect pearl called trust,
You tenderly tucked it back in.

Tuning up O/our ancient chords, with quiet resolve,
You patiently placed new found memories
With Your gentle, caring soul;
Blessing this girl's life with sweet sensitivity,
Until O/our deepest passion shone again,
Chiming new love perfectly in tune in the darkness.

by lilacnlace