New Breath

New Breath

Last winter I found pieces of an old family clock in my basement. The rhythmic cadence of quarterly hour chimes had disappeared when my grandparents died in the 1950’s. Dear God, you are present to me at this moment. I brought it back to life through the loving care of a clockmaker and it now sits in the middle of my house where I am continually awestruck that I am blessed to hear the same chimes that accompanied my ancestors through prayers said in earnest and the laughter of children playing. Dear God, you are present to me at this moment. The stories, voices, tears and quiet nights. The very idea that this clock now witnesses my life in the same ancestral way. Dear God, you are present to me at this moment. It is an honour and comfort to feel the resonance of its chiming beside me as I write these words to you in the early morning light, continually inviting me back to myself and to the presence of God in my life. Dear God, you are present to me at this moment.