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Daddy Long Legs stares out at me as the joy from my eyes drops onto
                the leathery bark, and kisses my cheek.  Jesus loves me this I know.

                      A glance to the left reveals another smaller tree but very much
                a part of this little “grouping” together.  Yes, we are a family.  “My
                heart is so thankful, Lord, for so many good years together and the
               many blessings.  You’ve provided good, fertile soil for our family to
               grow in, deep roots entwined in You, weathering many strong winds
                                           and storms.
                      “Come now.  Let’s walk further,” beckons my soul.  I’m ready
                to be drawn deeper into my forest sanctuary.  A turn, a bend and the
                path winds deeper inward.  And then…. There you are right straight
                 ahead, tall and strong on the middle of the path – not peeking out
                sheepishly behind a tree.  A glance into your face amazes me.  I’ve
                never seen you “smile” like that before; not forced, not nervous, not
                laughing.  It’s just so pure and natural and so somehow really you.
                      “Everything is alright,” your unspoken words say to my soul.
                “Let’s hold hands and walk awhile.”  Oh!  What a glorious morning
                to be able to “BE” walking together with my love.  It’s so light and
                      effortless, like that little feather down dancing through
                                        the post-dawn air.

                      Another few glorious bends and turns and, “Oh, so soon?” we
              reach wood’s end.  I sense it’s time to let go and let you continue your
                journey on ahead.  I can’t capture the feather down, I know.  Out of
                the forest and then into the open of His expanse, you briefly glance
               around again, sending benediction from your face, piercing my very
                             being.  And quickly you’re not in sight.

                      Turning back from where we had come, I marvel at how many
               passerby send friendly smiles and warm salutations.  Reaching “our”
                tree again, I don’t recall off to the right having seen that broken tree
               trunk.  The tree that once stood there is totally gone, nowhere in sight,
                swallowed up into somewhere else.  For you, my love, I know that
                you’ve been swallowed up into the victory your soul has so yearned
                               for, of His eternal Peace and Love.
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