Meghan hugged herself; a torrent of emotion flooded her being. Her eyes fixed on the lighthouse beacon as its rotation flashed out the message she’d been hearing echoed in her heart. “Come home… come home…”

I followed the winding brick path around my garden; taking in the fragrance of the lilac bushes that lined each side of the path. I was held captive to the rainbow of color and mixture of perfumes that blocked the path from the ridge that overlooked the expanse of my land. There was a butterfly shaped bench sitting among pansies, petunias of all colors, daisies, and black-eyed Susan’s inviting me to rest a while. I stepped from the brick to flagstone that had become one with the ground. At last, I was in my heaven. I spent many years planting and pruning in effort to fashion a place where I could be sequestered.

“Dear heart rejoice! Come meet your King! Whose love for you’s so strong, Through all of heav’n your cries did ring To Him as some sweet song.”