Monday, August 11, 2008

Beloved Chambers

Several things prompted this post:
A conversation with a friend,
a journal entry,
and several Scripture passages (Song of Songs 1:4; 2:6; 2:13b and 2:16a).


I long to be with you in your chambers, O Lord.
To be near you in your inmost places.
I want to hear your voice calling me—
To hear the swell of your voice beckoning me.

"Arise and enter my sanctuary, Beloved.
Come rest in me.
Come abide in me, Beloved.
Join me in the quiet places.”


The ancient doors of his chambers have opened wide.
I cannot resist his gentle, drawing voice.
Until I pass under his banner, the doors will stand ajar.
I will not refuse his gracious, engaging invitation.

In the deepest recesses of his chambers he waits for me.
He prepares the place for my slumbering stillness.

Who am I that the king would attend to me?

Oh, that he might stretch out his left arm,
I would lay down my head and be comforted.
Oh, that he might cover me with his right arm,
I would be embraced with security and strength.

Here, in him, I am safe—
Encircled, encompassed, enveloped.
Here, in him, I might hide—
Concealed, cloistered, captivated.
Here, in him, I will rest—
Restored, replenished, renewed.

Let me be content
in the cleft of your protection.
Let me satisfied
in your sheltering haven.
Let me remain
until you give me rise to move.

Then your right hand will lift me from my slumber,
and your left hand will guide me by the small of my back.

Take me away with you—let us hurry!
Let the king bring me into his chambers.

Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.

Oh, wait!

Who is he calling?

He is calling me.

I am his Beloved.

1 comment:

Mac Goddard said...

Indeed! YOU ARE His beloved! Not to shabby, in my not-so-humble opinion!