My neighbor says that neurotics like a lot of clocks in their home.
Maybe. I enjoy hearing life slip by one tick tock at a time.
On Tuesday we will have seven clocks on the main floor.
Five make noise when they want to. One cocoo’s, one plays melodies each hour.
The new grandfather clock Westminsters each fifteen minutes.
Precious moments speed right by. Time enough for hugs.
Time to trust and thank the Lord more.