Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Shulamite to Her Beloved


I have a dream.  A dream of him running his fingers through my hair that sends chills up and down my spine.  I have a dream, of a love, that’s so divine.  When I dream, I see his face at night, covering softly my lips and cheeks and I melt into the blankets and pillows, so peaceful and right.  




I have a dream of two souls connecting that recognized the work of God, so so divine.  I have a dream of him being my best friend, we could talk for hours and hours, with no real end.  And when we sleep our dreams connect, and when we wake, we never forget.  This love so real that I feel it so deep within, that nothing could satisfy, until he was at by side, my soul knows no rest.  


I have a dream, that we could travel to distant lands, and ride our bikes through the countryside.  I have a dream that if we were a million miles apart he could feel my heart, searching for him through the thick fog, and when I was hurting he could feel my pain without any words.  I have a dream, of a love so strong that not no waters could quench it. 




That we would choose each other even if living in different lifetimes.   I have a dream that we would make decisions in our lives that drew us closer together, without each other even knowing.  I have a dream where if we didn’t agree, we would communicate softly and be completely utterly honest with one another.  Truth could be found even with the slightest touch of the breeze. 

I have a dream that if we missed one another in form that we knew if the other was there once, because we could feel their heart with the tide of the soft ocean.  If I could dream, just a little, every second would melt with his, and he would be mine.  There would be no question, to ease any worried mind, because my heart would safely trust in His. 







Some of my favorite verses in the Bible talks about the beauty between two lovers:  The spark notes are a great summary below:


Whats more beautiful is the actual verses that capture my attention every time that I open The Bible, thus they are underlined from years ago and highlighted.




SONG OF SOLOMON:

Chapter2: 10-14 

“My beloved spoke and said to me,
  Rise up, my love, my fair one,
And come away

For lo, the winter is past
The rain is over and gone
The flowers appear on the eath:
The time of singing has come,
And the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land

The Fig tree puts forth her green figs,
And the wines with the tender grapes,
Give a good smell,
Rise up my love, my fair one,
And come away!

“O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
In the secret places of the cliff,
Let me see your face,
Let me hear your voice;
For your voice is sweet,
And your face is lovely”.

One thing that I noticed about this SONG is that many times it states “Do not stir up nor awaken love Until it pleases”. 

Chapter THREE

By night, on my bed, I sought the one that I love;
I sought him, but I did not find him.

Down to verse 4:

Scarcely had I passed by them,
When I found the one I love,
I held him and would not let him go,
Until I had brought him to the house of my mother,
And into the chamber of her who conceived me.

Again:  DO not stir up nor awaken love
Until it pleases.

Chapter FIVe:  Another favorite

I opened for my beloved
But my beloved had turned away
And was gone.
My heart leaped up when he spoke.

I sought him, but I could not find him;
I called him, buy he gave me no answer.

The watchmean who went about the city found me.
They struck me, they wounded me.
The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me

I CHARGE you, O daughters of Jerusalem,
IF  YOU FIND MY BELOVED,
That you tell him I am lovesick!


Chapter 7: The beauty of this is in the man describing His beloved: I really like the end of verse 8:
“The fragrance of your breathe is like apples,
And the rood of your mouth like the best wine.

LASTLY: Chapter 8 

The Shulamite to her BELOVED:

“Set me as a seal upon your heart,
As a seal upon your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
Jealousy as cruel as the grave,
Its flames are flames of fire,
A most vehement Flame.

Many waters cannot quench love,
Nor can the floods drown it.
If a man would give for love
All the wealth of his house,
It would be utterly despised.