2020-01-10

Estimated Reading Time: 3 minutes

Genesis 10. John 1:9-13. Song of Songs 3:6-11. Hosea 5.

Although the fallen suns have confused the histories of the dead, the of the Songs of the Word reveal the distortions of the false bards and declare I AM’s truth for all who would hear, to those whose hearts are moved by I AM’s Spirit. The sages of the Enlightenment argue that these fables of Babel could not encompass the world in its entirety, and the myths of the nations testify against the Songs of the Word. Do not be persuaded by the wisdom of the dead, for even in the days of the Old Ones the Elder Scribes fought against the same lies. But the echoes of Truth cannot be silenced, and those with heart-eyes open can hear the melody of the Song of songs in the ancient songs faithfully passed down from the Second Age of the Exile, from the first sojourners who bore witness to I AM’s tears and the first unfurling of the Tapestry of Colors. For in the beautiful pattern of the Weaver, He brought many from one and He shall bring forth one from many—through the Promised One, the Heir of Promise.

But the echoes of Truth cannot be silenced, and those with heart-eyes open can hear the melody of the Song of songs [. . .]

She never truly knew her husband. The one who had chosen her for himself, the husband of her youth, when she was mired in unfaithfulness, was a prince. In her blindness she could not see the vastness of his splendor nor could she hear the shouts of his fame. He was a king like no other, yet she sought after other lovers and bore the children of men who were not her husband. The memories of her hardheartedness rebuke her as she searches for her lover in the night, for now she knows that this was not the first time he had hidden his face from her; in the midst of her whoring, he had come to save her from herself, but the wounds of love he had inflicted upon her to purge the corruption in her veins only drove her deeper into death’s embrace. How she shudders at the memory! Her knees finally give way not from the terror of her disgrace, but from the weight of her king’s fierce love and mercy.