Chapter 2 – The Song of Songs

Journey of Tears

Pamela — Mon, 29 Jan 2024 15:35:52 +0000

To get the ball rolling again, I’ll start off with something short. It’s a poem I was made to revisit in a surprising “this-is-the-Lord” sort of way recently. It doesn’t rhyme and needs tweaking but hopefully the progression comes through. Henna, or Camphire, is a plant metaphor I wrote about a few years back, one …

The Embraced Life (Song of Songs 2:6)

Pamela — Fri, 26 Feb 2021 02:49:20 +0000

His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me, Song 2:6 Such eye-candy, isn’t it, the embrace of verse 6? It feels like there’s no getting around it. Or out from under it. The lover has his bride locked down in love! She is hemmed in, or encircled, as the Psalmist said of himself. (Psalm 139:5) I always admired my Dad’s arms. Sometimes over-protective, but mostly kind, safe, and strong. They come to mind now when...

Lovesickness, and its Cure (Song 2:5)

Pamela — Sun, 31 Jan 2021 16:49:52 +0000

Overwhelmed with bliss are all who will entwine their hearts in him, Isaiah 30:18 (TPT) A brother shared with me about a recent experience, of spending an entire week in the intimate presence of God. Every day, through long, intense hours, he was getting revelations poured into him. It was, as he said, “powerful and humbling,” but in the end, he felt spent. What he described is something I greatly covet. I’ve had times of this, so can relate, but they don’t happen as often as I’d like. I’m blessed more often by...

The Banquet Continues

Pamela — Thu, 28 Jan 2021 16:28:27 +0000

As an addendum to the last post that connects Song 2:4's "wine bar" to the “upper room” of the Last Supper, I’d like to share this short, yet lovely piece by Bernard of Clairvaux (1090-1153) that connects it to the “upper room” of Pentecost! Something I believe the Spirit revealed to me recently, is that there are many "spices" that make up the recipe of spiritually understanding the Song of Songs. Each spice adds its own uniqueness, and some spices are for a specific season. But each person's part in this "recipe," if true and fresh, will cause us to hunger and thirst for more of Christ, who is the completion of ALL the parts. I hope to share more of these "spices" in the days to come. Meanwhile - here is the one by Bernard.

A Banquet of Love (Song 2:4)

Pamela — Wed, 20 Jan 2021 21:23:21 +0000

When the hour had come…Jesus said to them, “I have eagerly desired to eat this Passover meal with you…” - Luke 22:14-15 Recently my husband and I have been sharing a weekly “communion” meal together. We use this set-apart time as a way of remembering Jesus’ life and death in the picture of a shared glass of wine, some bread, and a simple meal of soup or stew. It’s a little awkward still, as we try to make it meaningful and special. But it’s always a sweet time to me, and during the week I find myself eagerly looking forward to doing it again. It doesn’t compare, however, to the longing that Jesus has to commune with us, in our hearts. He brings us there, and invites us to feast on Him. In Song of Songs 2:4, it says:

A POPPY IN THE PRICKERS

Pamela — Wed, 14 Oct 2020 19:43:26 +0000

“Well hello there,” I whispered, gently touching the paper-like head that balanced precariously atop a long, skinny stem, “I certainly did not expect to see something like you in here.” It seemed to nod, the bright splash of red peeking out of the thicket in my hedgerow. A poppy. A single, lone poppy. How in the world did it get here? In a neighbor’s yard there is a flower garden with poppies, but with the distance and obstacles in-between, it seemed unlikely a seed blew this far. Maybe it was carried by a bird, or got caught on the fur of a stray cat? More importantly though, how did it grow in such a hostile environment?

WILDflower at Heart¹ (Song 2:1-2)

Pamela — Tue, 29 Sep 2020 18:48:47 +0000

Unshakeable satisfaction in human love is illusive, and an illusion, and needs to be put in its temporal place. The romance of the Song of Songs is not given to make us focus on human relationships, or long for a lover we don’t have, but to point us to the eternal substance of our inner life with Christ - and spiritual relationships, which are unshakeable.

In the Secret Garden, Part 1 – “A Lily Among Thorns”

Pamela — Wed, 02 Sep 2020 14:20:19 +0000

A Story From Song 1:15 – 2:2 The moment the Shulamite woman dreamed about had finally arrived, that one she waited for, and journeyed at such great risk to experience. King Solomon was standing with her and holding her hands, staring at her adoringly. They exchanged some words of praise at their appearance to each other, skipping small talk entirely. Neither one were much for small talk. Then she saw it! Like a door into another world ...

Can You Come Out to Play?

Pamela — Tue, 18 Aug 2020 11:49:19 +0000

There is something about the innocent, carefree season of childhood that I think we all long to reconnect with. But it’s not easy. I saved a meme that read: “Children smile an average of 400 times a day; adults 15. Children laugh about 150 times a day; adults 6. Children play between 4 to 6 hours a day; adults maybe 20 minutes. What happened?¹” When a spiritual father was on his death bed, I asked him what he would wish for me to do more of after he is gone. His response? “Play more.” That was not the answer I expected! But the truth is, play (and its twin, “rest”) is ...

Among the Lilies

Pamela — Sat, 04 Feb 2017 18:58:41 +0000

Do you have a favorite flower? What is the reason for it? Whatever your story, I believe it may be something our Creator planted in your heart, as to a certain quality that He wants you to think of whenever you see that flower!

The Daylily (or the “Tiger Lily”) has been a favorite …