The warm breeze whispered gently through the silvery green foliage overhead speaking hushed words no one knows. The smell of wild flowers delicately encircled her senses as she watched the long reads bow gracefully by the moonlit water's edge. The moon cast down its silvery light bathing all in its romantic glow.
And she saw.
A Rippling in the water just close enough to make out in the evening glow. Fireflies that were not, began to circle around the disturbance and a sweet melody wound its way through the air like spider's silk blown away on a breeze. No one knew this melody, and no one ever would, only her. She stood still, waiting, watching, knowing who was coming. Orbs of tender light began to appear above the water's ripples and the melody rose in a crescendoed volume. The trees began to wave their branches in a dance of graceful joy as they awoke to the sound of who was arriving. He was coming.
Then all was suddenly still as they waited. The gleaming orbs froze in their places, the silvered ripples held still in motion, the trees leaning their branches out over the water, reaching. And the melody paused, as though angelic beings held their breath for the arrival.
And then He was there, standing in the silvered night on the water as though it were mirrored ice.
The lover.
The Holy.
The Creator of all around Him.
He was the beginning and He was the end, and He had come just for her.
2 comments:
That sounds a lot like my "secret place" I told you about on the phone! All that's left is to skip stones. Great job, daughter, you truly have the gift. Love you!
All she could muster was. "uuuuuuh, hee hee." Then she stood there with a dumbfounded smile and mouth opened wide.
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