Whispers in the Breeze
The wind takes hold of silver strings,
And softly, through the garden sings.
Each note a memory, light and true,
A song of love from me to you.
Though hands are stilled and voices gone,
Their spirit lingers, living on.
In every chime, a tender call—
They are not lost; they are with us all.
This morning, the meditation garden will be filled with activity. The new windchimes, hung with care, catch the late-summer breeze and carry their music into every corner of the church property. On Sunday, we’ll dedicate them, not only as decoration, but as a remembrance to those we’ve lost.
Each chime is a voice of memory, and together, they play a concert that will go on forever. For Marian, whose love of golf and fast cars brought energy and laughter wherever she went. For Ike, whose devotion to the Bible and his family grounded him with strength and grace. For Ray, who chose to move to heaven instead of California, leaving us with a smile and a story only he could tell. For these and the others that have gone before us, we’ll dedicate these beautiful chimes.
After our Bible breakfast this morning, we’ll tend the garden as we spruce up the new roses and spread mulch to keep the beds fresh and pretty. There’s plenty of raking, for the storms have brought down more pine needles. The fountains need water, and we might even put out a little seed for those birds that struggle this time of year. Church gardening always feels like an offering and a way to honor those we miss so dearly. When we’re done, all we’ll need to do is wait for Sunday.
The garden is more than a place of quiet reflection. It is a living memory, growing and blooming with every season. As the chimes sing in the wind, we’re reminded that though we’ve lost Marian, Ike, and Ray in this life, their love still whispers among us—gentle, steady, and everlasting.
Lord, we thank You for the gift of memory,
for the lives of Marian, Ike, and Ray,
and for the ways they touched our hearts.
May these windchimes sing as reminders
of joy, of faith, and of love.
Bless this garden as a place of peace,
where those who enter find comfort,
and where the voices of our loved ones
echo gently in every breeze.
Amen.
Have a wonderful weekend. I’ll be back Monday!!!
