Meditations on the Word

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth, for your love is better than wine, better than the fragrance of your perfumes. Song of Songs, 1:2-3 In dreams, I touch my Love’s long, silken hair, let my finger’s run through it. My Love turns to look on me, and I adore the countenance. My Love smiles and my soul bursts into flames like the bush of Sinai, the unquenchable fire. But I awaken and my Love is not there. The room is dark. I reach for my Love and find nought but air, cold and uninviting. On the street, I look for my Love among the countless shadows. Despairing, I go to the place where I am told my Love dwells. I enter the dwelling and seek my Love, turning and turning, but I am confused and a myriad of faces rush by. In my dizziness, I seize the back of a bench, feel the smooth wood grain, smell the fresh lacquer. There is the scent of flowers in the air, rose and lilac, cherry blossom and lavender. The assembled process from their seats, reverently, expectantly. And there...

Silence, all, in the presence of the LORD! for he stirs forth from his holy dwelling. Zechariah 2:17 On the seventh day, God rested. Morning came and the man and the woman wandered the Garden. At three of the clock, the serpent spoke to the woman. Later, that afternoon of the seventh day, the woman ate from the tree and then did the man. Night fell and a deeper darkness covered the land than had ever been seen in the previous six nights. But even in the darkness, the two knew their nakedness and sought to hide it. They trembled in fear and cried rivers. Some stars fell, revealing a hideous blackness behind the stars. In heaven, the Lord’s rest was troubled, his dreams disturbed. At eleven of the clock that night, vegetation began to wither and rot, animals devoured each other and erupted in ghoulish howling and thunderous roars . At midnight, the Lord began to stir. The sky filled with clouds and a great storm came with wind and lightning and thunder. The Lord went forth from h...

Hide me in the shadow of your wings.  Psalm 17:8 Sacred time and sacred space. The Lord flies on wings of purest spirit in all places and in all times. Let this land be blessed where I sit, for the Lord Himself has perched here. He has sheltered me from the sight of my enemies. He has made my home His abode, standing guard at night and blessing us in the morning. He has called my children home again and made for them soft beds and sung lullabies. He has watched over the generations and they have responded to His call. In joy, He sits in the branches of the trees and sings to us in the morning light. His flight, the flapping of His wings, sends cool breezes in the midst of the summer heat. His feathers warm us in the dark and cold of winter. And always is a resting place prepared for us until we climb onto His shoulders and He flies us away to our home everlasting. ++++++++++ In the camps by the river where dwell those without homes, I saw a man with wings. He sat around t...

Jesus said, "I have observed Satan fall like lightning from the sky.”  Luke 10:18 An angel stood by the confluence of two immense rivers. He gestured to me and pointed to them. Heeding the angel, I came forward and this is what I saw. One river was red, while the other's water was crystalline. Far up by the headwaters I could see a red hillock, cleaved in two, that seemed to be moved as if by great tremors. In the east and the west and the south, the land was punctured by large metal shafts. Next, I saw a immense cloud approach and turn the sky to black. A flash of lightning split the sky, and the roar of thunder shook the earth. The heavens opened, and angels fell down by the banks of the rivers and wept. But the cloud began to pass and the downpour changed to a soft, refreshing rain. The angels looked up and saw that the sun was emerging, and a great rainbow stretched from horizon to horizon. Shouts of victory echoed, and the angels leaped and whirled and embraced one ...

"Unless I see the mark of the nails in his hands and put my finger into the nailmarks and put my hand into his side, I will not believe."  John 20:25 I had a vision. There was a tear in everything. My side was open and I could see the organs inside. I held my hand there to keep them from falling out. Others had a similar wound. The earth itself bore such a wound. It opened upon an abyss of suffering and lamentations. The sky, too, bore a wound. From it the heavens cried out for relief, for the heart of the cosmos bled. And beyond, the body of the Lord was likewise wounded, the Godly flesh torn, and blood and water issued, mingling with the waters of the firmament and the oceans and seas of the earth. +++++++++ I cut myself, the smallest of wounds, barely noticeable. But the cut became infected and spread, infecting my whole body. Beyond that, even, my soul became infected. I was plagued with disturbing dreams and the sense that all was lost. I called severa...