flowers – 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 Glory of the Morning Glory

Pamela — Tue, 30 Aug 2022 11:45:11 +0000

There is a plant whose passion and beauty I am bursting to tell you about. As it grew from tiny seed, everything within its reach became a trellis to heaven. There’s even one on the roof of my house, spreading along the electrical line!

The Morning Glory, as it is called, has a lively vine …

Hello From The Golden Rods

Pamela — Thu, 09 Sep 2021 21:56:59 +0000

Here in the Northeast US, entering a gate between the seasons of summer and fall, the "Golden Rods" are in full bloom. A field of these lowly "weeds” have been soaking in the warm rays of the sun for as long as they’ve been given time. Now with thankful hearts, they stretch up their full, yellow hands and wave them with every breeze. I took the below picture on ...

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?

Remembering the Raspberries

Pamela — Thu, 08 Oct 2020 19:15:57 +0000

There are no coincidences with God! He brings His bride through, back, and into new seasons—always leaving her with signposts of grace along the way. This post is one of those...a turning point that led to a long 5 year "winter" season for writing on the Song. But that is done now. The past is behind, (Chapter 1) and ahead is a new, unchartered season with God and the Song.

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 ...

On the Scent Trail of Henna – Song 1:14

Pamela — Thu, 25 Jun 2020 14:14:56 +0000

The Shulamite woman quietly enters a room, where King Solomon is seated at his “round table.” Busily talking to his men and looking at charts, he doesn’t see her behind him. But soon he lifts his nose to the air and closes his eyes…obviously catching a waft of her perfumed presence! This delights the Shulamite, and she sings, (which only she hears, as this is like an opera) “While the king is around his table, my spikenard spreads its fragrance!” verse 12. Solomon returns to looking at his papers, but there’s a boyish smile on his face. We know that he knows, that his lover is in the room. The Shulamite, however...

No More Artificial Flowers!

Pamela — Thu, 06 Feb 2020 15:03:21 +0000

Do you know the song Artificial Flowers by Bobby Darin? It’s about an orphan girl forced to make paper decorations for rich women’s hats. She dies and finds out that God has a special garden just for her, with real flowers she doesn’t have to abrade her little fingers on. This touching song was shared with me several years ago, and then recalled this week when reflecting on the Shulamite’s story. I've also been thinking about my own past and wondering what to share about it. We all have them, I know: stories of abuse, regrets, or both. The Shulamite woman talks about hers briefly, because she has moved on. ❀∙❀∙❀ 🥀 ... One of the things I'd like to mention is ...

Opening A Peony Bloom

Pamela — Fri, 30 May 2014 20:19:17 +0000

This is another “ant trail” that is a little off the verse-by-verse study of the Song, but I want to share something really cool that I saw. For those who know, I live next door to my Mom, and she has (which came with her house) a lot of flower gardens that need tending. I …