When I don't understand.

A garden enclosed

my sister, my spouse

A spring shut up

A fountain sealed

Until the day break

and the shadows flee away

I will get me to the mountain of myrrh

to the hill of spices.

I will arise and go to my Father 

I will say, "Father I have sinned.

I have come short of your glory.

I have fallen 

I have been struck

I am injured 

I am bruised

I am bleeding

I am hurting."

Let God arise 

Let His enemies be scattered

Let those who hate Him flee

When the stone is rolled away

And night is over

The answer to my aching heart 

Is breaking dawn.

Let my beloved come into His garden.

Many things I don't understand or know

Many things no explanation

But things connecting to my heart

Is better far connection.

My Beloved has come into His garden.

Waiting to hear

Thou that dwellest in the gardens

The companions hearken to your voice 

Cause me to hear it.

I heard your voice 

Walking in the garden

In the cool of the day

And I was afraid

I was naked 

So I hid myself.

How I missed my sweet encounter

How I longed for Him to come

Nearer nearer

Closer closer 

My heart cries

Wanting wanting 

More of Him.

Waiting waiting

In the silence

Interpret must I not

For that would but destroy

The moments. 

Anxiety and perusal

Yield no fruit.

I take this bread

I drink this cup

Its nourishment

Fit for me

And so I eat

And so I drink

Until He comes again.

New new new.

New year

new day

new dawn

new hope 

new life 

new expectation

new new new 

how long 

how long

Will I wake up 

and say

its gone?

Too slow 

I recognise the answer

Too slow 

I hear the still small voice

Too slow 

I rise to follow after

Senses stirred

The dream revokes

And I am here

new day 

new place 

new time

new now.

My not so transient pleasure.

Can I express the transport of this moment?

Sitting in my garden

Early morning sunshine

Hazy blue mist

Casting shadows 

differing heights and texture

colours blending

Fuse the individual.

All seems so strange

Ethereal?

There is no breeze or sound

No stir

A single bee 

A butterfly alighted

On the glistening stones

If I pause to search for words 

I'm hindered

The flowers close by

I distinguish.

The scorching heat of recent days

Caused drooping blooms to languish.

Now stand erect and poised

Positioned as if in steadfast reassurance.

Looking and perceiving

I feast my soul

 

Tranquillity of this setting

such extraordinary beauty

I capture.

How can these things be?

Only God brings to pass

Brings it into focus.

I can only gaze.

The light is growing stronger now

The glorious almost mystery of early morning sun

Remain.

I will drink from its memory

Impressing on my stillness

Permanent traces on my senses.

The garden is such a special place.

Constantly changing

Calling for renewal

Seeking my attention

I seek its beauty

Its health

Its fruitfulness.

But this morning to sit and see

Is pleasure beyond measure

Is drink from the well

Is bountiful treasure

Glorious gratification

I am surrounded by riches.

 

 

Living water

Living water from the sanctuary

my living water flow.

To whom shall I go?

He only has the words

of eternal life.

Life supplying 

Life transforming 

coming from the throne of God

bringing healing 

streams of mercy.

He is the Lord.

He the giver bringing 

life and love to me

He the Bread 

come down from heaven

That I may eat.

He the Staff of my survival

I am ever coming to Him

He will ever meet my need

All my hope on Him is founded

Eternal life 
He gives to me.

More to come

Walking round the garden now

Look at the things he planted.

He is not here but they spring up

remind me of a permanence beyond. 

New life in seasons yet to come 

Living on bring forth

another harvest. 

How well do I remember choices made together

Recollect the times we talked about 

our strange endeavours

marking out the way ahead

putting accent on the things that pleased us

placing up our strongest views.

Choosing this and that to say 

We want this to be our focus.

We want that to be our way.

Hoping this will guide our pattern

Trusting this will clear our path

Building on the things that matter

unite us in renewing love

trimming back a strangling notion

making space for more to come.

Still waters

He shall take of mine and shall show it unto you. Jn.16:15

He spoke.
He came
silence.
In waiting I am watching
His promise to fulfil.

His presence in this place
I am.
His wisdom speaks to me
authentic moment.

He has spoken
words new life to me
silence fills the room.

How awesome is this place
this house of Bethel
He is here.

Prophetic voice will come
rivers living flow
believers reaching out
will know the One who came to save.

This all I need to hear
to walk in light and love
to dwell in sweet assurance

I lie down in peace
my rest assured
Christ the King
reigns.