I Met A Young Lady

I met a young lady,
Of Skye,
Whose bright red hair,
Caught my eye.

She was to share:
Of her gifts,
Intelligence,
And Bible knowledge.

But her life,
Had been hard,
I mentored her,
In the God I knew.

Side by side,
We have walked,
Since that day,
Mostly in harmony.

But the day came,
Almost unnoticed,
When what drove her died,
And she said nothing.

For years,
I have waited,
For her to return,
But it has been in vain.

I met a young lady,
Of Skye,
Whom I could not help,
And she left a stranger.