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| His Fragrance |
It's a deliriously delicious scent. I associate it with honeysuckle and cinnamon. It comes from no obvious origin, and it leaves without notice. At first it subtly woos me, this gentle flirtation; then consumes me. I close my eyes. I swoon.
"Is it you Lord?" I ask. His silence renders my suspicion correct. Anything more would interrupt this generous gift to my senses. I breathe deeply, until only a faint remnant remains of His perfume.
Thank you my beloved. You are always with me, and this moment of sensing Your presence has filled me once again. How I cherish the kiss of Your fragrance.
Song of Songs 1:3
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out.
Linda, this is so beautiful. I can see that our souls are longing for the same things - that fragrant touch, His gentle caress, His presence.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcia. I appreciate your blog messages so much too!
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