Listen

Well, here I am, finally. This won't be much, and I'll probably rarely have time to post anything, but please be welcome to these scribblings of my life. I love to write, and a blog is a great excuse to do so.

I want you to know why I'm calling it Music of the Trees. A long time ago, in a small cove of the forest in a quaint New Jersey neighborhood, a girl who loved nature wrote her little sister a poem. Here it is:

See the Music

See the music of the hills

Who, each without speaking silently fills

Our hearts with glad exultant thrills.

See the music of the trees

Who, whispering softly in the breeze

Sing to us of wonderful things.

See the music of each flower

Who rains on our souls with quiet power

Drops of a blissful heavenly shower.

See the music of his face

Who, by his perfect love and grace

Set each silent song in place.

I'm the little sister. I love trees. I spent my childhood climbing them, and will still happily do so when I find a good one. That poem was very likely written in one.

Trees are strong, and they inspire strength. I can sway in the breeze at the top of a tree and feel safe. Trees are full of life; their own and the life blossoming in them and around them. Trees are beautiful. God speaks to my heart through trees. Trees sing of wonderful things.

In all the craziness of life, I need to stop.
And listen to the music.
The trees whispering in the breeze, the rain, my baby's breath, my heart. These things keep desire and love alive in me. I need them. Come, be silent, and listen with me.


coming soon...Maggie's birth story.