Tangled Tears
I’m close to the ground
pulling weeds beneath our tree
the breeze ruffles my hair
while I listen for my chimes to sing their ring
There is silence. I lift my gaze to see
metal tubes tangled with branches
Winds have wrestled the bells to stillness
Like the lady I met days ago
who blotted her eyes often as she told me her story
Life came at her hard for many years
She took no time to cry
and she forgot the how of tears
replaced them with sleepless nights
trapped in a medley of fears
Like my chimes, she isn’t singing
With quiet attention,
I lift my rake’s long handle
and free the chimes to ring again
praying all the while, my struggling friend
will untangle her tears
and claim the peace she longs for
Please God, help her find her song