Thursday, May 21, 2015


"Awake, north wind, and come, south wind!  
Blow on my garden, that its fragrance may spread everywhere."

Song of Songs 4:16

Let this crushing produce
the desired sweetness,
Not bitterness.
Let the crushing press out
all that is not worthy or useful -
For the Master Alchemist is at work.

He is consumed
with creating my Life Fragrance.
There is a plan in this madness,
in this sadness.
A "beauty for ashes" kind of ending.
To unveil the Rose of roses,
the Lion of all lions -
in all His strength & loveliness.
And He has chosen one such as I.

Meanwhile, as I feel this weight,
the pressing of life in sadness & pain,
I feel the weight of purpose, too.
The purpose of sweet tears & fragrant petals,
prayers of surrender, whispered love,
all being crushed together,
mingling, running down.
The Master Alchemist is brewing
the unique Fragrance of my life into His.

Oh let it be sweet!
Let it be beautiful & intoxicating!
Like the love of this One
who has captivated me
& allured me to this desert place.
To begin again a garden,
to create fruitful vineyards,
to make beauty from ashes,
and an oil of joy for mourning.
He is my mystical, ancient, irresistible,
creative & Love-inspired Alchemist.

After all that has happened,
He is still my Beloved.
And so I trust Him, too,
as my Alchemist.

"Therefore I am now going to allure her;
I will lead her into the wilderness
and speak tenderly to her.
There I will give her back her vineyards,
and will make the Valley of Achor (Trouble),
a door of hope."

Hosea 3:14,15

Photo by:  PictureWendy


  1. your last few posts remind me so much of Hinds Feet on High Places - thank you so much for sharing your beautiful words with us.

  2. Wow! I hadn't thought of that book for a long time...may it be so...that He would give me...and all of us...those hind's feet on the terrain in front of us.

  3. A sweet fragrance, distinct, subtly different, His own tender touch revealing so much of why He loves you...