Song of the Wind Chime
A poet I’m not. But this week, God’s creation inspired me to write a poem. He calls us out of our comfort zone sometimes. It’s short, and leads to the devotion, “The Song of the Wind Chime.”
I also announce a book giveaway at the end.
Why does the wind chime’s
song stir my heart so?
Or the brown leaf,
left behind by time,
as to the ground it flows?
Could it be,
both borne on the wind,
bond me to the Spirit within?
“Your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God.”
(1 Corinthians 6:19 NASB)
Song of the Wind Chime
On a lukewarm day in early spring, I survey my back porch. Summer’s flowers are now dead stalks in their pots—ugly skeletons of their former glory.
I’ll remove them to plant new ones, but first, the tinkling poetry of my wind chime requires a listen. I sink into a dusty-cushioned chair to ponder its melody. The wind is gentle today, and it plays a tender love song.
While I listen, the wind frees a brown leaf, and I track its dance as it glides toward greening grass—a reminder of fall’s recent past.
I see God’s hand at work; I hear Him in the wind chime’s song. My hope soars on the breeze, and I offer praise for the sheer magic of the season.
“He makes the wind his messengers.”
(Psalm 104:4 NIV)
Scripture often employs the imagery of wind to describe the Holy Spirit’s activity, power, and influence. The Hebrew word for wind in this verse is ruach, meaning Spirit or breath; conveying the ideas of life, God’s creative and sustaining power, and divine presence.
“The wind blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit.”
(John 3:8 NIV)
This passage uses wind to represent the Holy Spirit’s mysterious work during spiritual rebirth.
My sole intent was work that day I walked out on my deck. Instead, the Spirit worked in me. He called me to grow still, to listen, to rest with Him.
Let’s allow God’s beautiful creation to remind us to attend to the Spirit’s voice. As the earth springs to life once again, let’s also awaken.
Let’s awaken to:
God’s glory,
His presence, love, and power,
and to perceiving His direction in our lives.
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Click above to hear the wind chime’s gentle melody, the breeze-rustling leaves, and the bird’s song.
Where have you seen or heard God this spring season?
Book Giveaway
I read Max Lucado’s “He Chose the Nails’ during Lent and ended up with an extra copy to give away. Just drop a reply in the comments section for a chance to win. It’s a wonderful book and especially meaningful during the Lenten season, but it’s a worth a read any time. Fifteen short beautifully written chapters and a Study Guide.
I’ll announce the winner in my next newsletter on April 17th.
Thank you for reading and commenting. Love hearing from ya. How may I pray for you?
Immersed in His Love,
Candyce
Loved your poem, Candyce, and your post. My wind chimes are outside a bedroom window that once was my office. Because I moved to another room, I can only hear their beautiful melodies on very windy days. I miss their lovely songs!
Seems everyone loves wind chimes!
Such a lovely poem about rest, Candyce! Thank you!
Your message was beautifully presented, and it is a great reminder of Jesus’ glory on earth.
I glad it blessed you, Robbie. It’s great to hear from you!
Candyce
Beautiful message and poem Candyce. I can relate as I listen to wind chimes sing their tunes. There is something precious about them and know I’ll remember your words each time they sing.
Thank you Yvonne. I appreciate you stopping by.
There is something about wind chimes, isn’t there? Beautiful thoughts, Candyce. I’m sure I’ll think of your poem next time my wind chimes sing.
I love my wind chimes, no matter their mood. I can hear their frantic tune inside my house right now. Have a great week.
The distraction was fruitful. The reaction was good for all of us.
You’re right! Sometimes distractions are fruitful, which is counterintuitive to what our culture communicates about goals and success. God always knows best.
Beautiful imagery, Candyce. Thanks for sharing your poem.
Thanks for dropping by, Barbara. Hope the flowers and garden you planted continue to thrive.
It’s cloudy here today, but your message sent sunshine. Loved your poem and the inspiring words you shared. These two sentences sent me a special message: “Instead, the Spirit worked in me. He called me to grow still, to listen, to rest with Him.” I need to be still and listen. Thank you, Candyce.
Yes, I know that feeling well, Katherine. It is when we’re the busiest that we can’t afford not to listen, not to pray. May God continue to send you sunshine.
So beautiful, Candyce. Your poetry and your poetic descriptions also stir. What a lovely melody to ponder this morning.
Thank you, Jeanne. I appreciate your words and time. May you have a blessed week!