Heart strangely warmed at the sight, the sound, the touch.
Holding close. Stroking the body. Picking up good vibrations.
Hours travelling in the car. Learning to make music together. Even a stolen weekend getaway.
A pasttime with a plan.
A past love intrudes and holds me in its grip. A rekindled flame consumes my every thought, my every moment.
A passion with a purpose.
While the keyboard clicks.
Because I am a writer. Not a harper. At least not yet.
My sweet Stoney End, 29-string, double-strung, fully levered Lorraine.
Be patient, my darling.
I will return.
But I fear not with my whole heart.
What good thing have you had to give up or set aside in order to pursue a better thing or higher calling?
“. . . rekindle afresh the gift of God that is in you . . .” 2 Timothy 1:6
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