Welcome to My Poetry Site
My Heart Still Chimes
Poor in stock but 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
That within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
-my heart still chimes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
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
That within this trouble and burning ash,
on the hour
-my heart still chimes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
My Heart Still Chimes
My Heart Still Chimes
