Poetry

Under the Myrtle Tree

by Megan Hughes
09/16/25
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The canopy of a myrtle tree

Where you come to visit Me

Lovely bluebirds singing

Their melodies ringing

Throughout the countryside

In My presence, you abide

Your fingers pluck the strings

A soothing sound it brings

Upon your gilded lyre

To join the chorus of nature

Your sweet songs raise

With glorious praise,

Heaven descends

Now to apprehend

Each melodic sound

My glory will abound

In this atmosphere of love

Meeting you in the garden

You, with a full pardon

Your heart erupts with laughter

Raindrops follow after

The refreshing mist

Tenderly lifts Your sadness

Into gladness

As My Presence

Fills your essence

You smile so coy

Into the realms of joy

Song of Solomon 4:16 Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden, let its spices flow.