Beyond Mere Harmony

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The tinkling wind bells and the silent air

Between are equal.  Silence is ignored,

But just as meaningful, the quiet heir

Of beauty.  Silence and the chimes accord

Inside a searching soul.  Inside the sun

Of morning they are bright together, all

Three melding like the notes of chords, as one

These three, the opposite of clashing squall.

The roses in the nearby petaled bed

Align themselves with chimes and air—and move

Perfume to join the choir.  They do not dread

The cosmos, waiting for what Christ can prove.

  The neighbor has some garden gnomes on show.

    We wait, though, for wide unity to grow.

~ Phillip Whidden