He sat under the ancient tree and sang to her an ancient song of stars and of Beginnings, of joy and hope and all things Love where nothing was unkind. It was the sweet song of healing and rest. It called to deepest longings and welcomed her like home was always meant to. Taking a deep breath, Lilly slowly opened her eyes. At another place and time she would have denied His presence, but here and now it felt as though nothing else had ever been as real. She was done with all her running, had fallen and hit the ground, then finally found a place on which to rest. So she did what any child would do. Turning, she buried her face into His chest, sobbing, tears cascading as He wrapped His peace and love around her. She had been waiting her entire life for this. She was knowing and being known beyond understanding, grasping the deepest mystery of why music invades, ignites, and then dwells in the soul, finding a forever habitation. There was nothing she wanted other than to be completely found inside this Eternal Man, to be heard and seen and celebrated.
