The Silent Adoration of Now
by William Cullen Jr


The wind through the glass chimes
plays the same song for every season
as if to say the time is always the same
and though we grow old and leaves fall
the present is all there ever was
and all there ever will be
and this is the mystery the silence sings
when the chimes are still and so are we.






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