“You have ravished my heart,
my sister, my bride,
you have ravished my heart
with a glance of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
“How sweet is your love,
my sister, my bride!
how much better is your love than wine,
and the fragrance of your oils than any spice!”
(Song of Songs 4:9-10)
Oh, to be the beloved. Oh, to receive all that our Lord longs to bestow upon us, His Bride. To have but only a taste of that deep, unfathomable love He makes ready for us, His Beloved. What joy, what rapture, what such unknowing. I can scarcely understand. I can hardly comprehend. I can barely, barely but for a moment – I am overwhelmed.
It isn’t possible, this love, this joy, this peace the Lover of my soul makes known to me. It is hardly possible that this love is freely given – You have ravished my heart, and I cannot endure it. My soul cannot withstand such love, but with only a glance am I devastated.
Oh, is it possible? How is such love possible? The fragrance of Life to the Full.
Daily Archives: May 8, 2007
Puppetji
The future of swami-ism! The great one! Such wisdom! The progenitor of true, original thought!
Okay, so, you will need to overlook the f-bombs in the beginning, if you can.
Puppetji vs MySpace vs YouTube
Puppetji vs The Secret
Via: Jon at The Wild Things of God