Sweetly in the tree she plays her song of inspiration with the psaltery and the wind blows ever gently in her hair.
creaking on the floorboards he steps softly so to hear the melody and not disturb the purity, because she's unaware.
leaning up against the wooden railing he can see her on the largest limb her feet are dangling down it appears she's lost a sandal.
and from that place, the sweetest sound her voice the same when he's around but softly singing praises to another man.
Smiling, it's the one and only Jesus who can lift this girl beyond life's insecurties and troubles to a higher place.
The same one who gives strength for all that climbing with and instrument of peace, and be assured that it's for now and it's forever.
Music stills the soul and calms the torrents, but troubled times can wrench the heart and we may need a place of solitude to hide away awhile.
Next time he will see she has a ladder to the tree he'll build a platform and a smile will pass between them since he understands.
Love is kind and patient all enduring and accepting when there comes a time we can not fill the empty place.
Knowing you are there in spite of everything that's happened is a comfort and just like God who is aware and never leaves or turns His face.
Hearing these soft words he takes a seat upon the porch swing and will be there till the sun goes down or nature calls or someone falls 'cause after all...