Wind is moving in the tops of trees
and our windchimes are sounding
loud and bold as Christmas bells
as the last of the schoolchildren
hurries down the hill before the school
bell rings to begin the morning—
an idyllic scene that seems made up
but is just as real as every awful
thing that also happens in the world.
It all is real and true and none of it
tells the whole of the story, but every
bit of it is interconnected and holy.
