Dear Friend,

It's almost June as I sit here on the porch of my mountain home, a May storm has brought much needed moisture to the land.

In the mountains I can hear the thunderous echoes as the storm passes through and out of the darkness jumps the silhouettes  of the white pines as the lightening strikes beyond. 

Beneath the limbs of the pines, I can see the flash-flash of a solitary firefly that hovers there for protection from the storm.

As I sit and watch the storm, and the firefly, I wonder...how many animals....and how many humans have sought shelter beneath the boughs of these mighty pines...how many small children have sobbed themselves to sleep while they lay in the laps of their mother...a mother that sings softly to them to dispel their fear of the storm... ; or maybe  it was a small fawn, whose mournful bleat summoned the nuzzle of it's mother.

Friend, I write to you... to tell you what I have witnessed, for in times past I have studied your eyes, and I have seen the appreciation within. ; I have observed the charity and emotion that God has placed in your heart. ; I have felt the pain of your unspoken words that lay silently on your tongue, as you struggle to give to others the splash of a raindrop on the roof, or the steady pat-pat-pat of a drip to the surface of a stone.

I just wanted to share  with you...this beautiful evening ...an evening in the mountains where I make my home...an evening that kindles a spirit in both of us....a spirit that is hard to explain ...a spirit that torments us with so much pleasure and yet  causes so much pain.

                                                                                                   T.S.Blue

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