A Thousand Allelu's

Spiral in control.

We have spoken of the loveliness of long-suffering; of the sweats and heaves of love. We speak of things merely touched down below; a shadow of heavenly things to come. We sigh and bemoan unlikely burdens until finally we unleash a single claw. Through the claw, we see red. They flogged Him.

I love to speak things of romance; of things sly and wise; of harmless good; of a God who calls Himself Jealous and Love. I'd sink into his heart and love Him more dearly. I am reminded of the Shulamite in Solomon's best song-- of her desperate search for her Beloved in the dead of night, where He hath suddenly vanished.

Who lov’th the chase more? The woman who met Him in the garden beneath her tears? Or the Man who descended the glories of heaven to take on human flesh? Who suffered for thirty and three single years?

Allelu!

Yea, I sing the song of hosanna today while the branch is still attached to the Vine. I miss Him today. I long for His tender white garment this very night. His touch silkens my textured skin.

We speak of the passion of pain; of the lion-like roars, and the blood stained floors. We speak of things dug beneath the earth; of the Pearl of finest price. We sigh and bemoan the vanities of this godforsaken world; of the breaking of His lovely commandments; of the distractions of this world. Through His stripes, we are healed.

I love to speak things of movement; of things sacred and holy; of the God who created intimacy, and the desire and longing for connection. I'd abandon my idols if I knew Him more perfectly. I am reminded of my shortcomings, but it is true that I love Him, though it explains His absence, where He feels to have suddenly returned.

I hate separating from You. The garden is my favorite place. I'd enter Your flesh, and allow You into mine.

Allelu!

Yea, I speak the tongue of A Thousand Allelu's-- while the Branch is still rooted in her womb. I miss Him today. I long for His lovely face in the morning. His touch softens my earthen tongue.