Saw Ye Him?

Song of Solomon 3:3

The watchmen that go about the city found
me: to whom I said, Saw ye him whom my
soul loveth?


Banquet of Love Hymn 68
Isaac Watts

Behold the Rose of Sharon here;
The Lily which the valley's bear;
Behold the Tree of Life, that gives
Refreshing fruit, and healing leaves.

Amongst the thorns so lilies shine;
Amongst wild gourds, the noble vine;
So in my eyes my Saviour proves,
Amidst a thousand meaner loves.

Beneath his cooling shade I sit,
To shield me from the burning heat;
Of heavenly fruit he spreads a feast,
To feed my eyes, and please my taste.

Kindly he brought me to the place,
Where stands the banquet of his grace;
He saw me faint; and o'er my head
The banner of his love he spread.

With living bread and generous wine,
He cheers this sinking heart of mine;
And opening his own heart to me,
He shows his thoughts, how kind they be.

O never let my Lord depart!
Lie down, and rest upon my heart;
I charge my sin not once to move,
Nor stir, nor wake, nor grieve my Love.

By the rail tracks of Still Road this evening we met and conversed. The shining rails disappearing into the distance, bringing to mind the journey towards Taboric light. The days turmoil a distant thunder, the calming presence of evening light sending rays of comfort.
Tomorrow holds anticipation of direction, of a journey under the banner of love, to an coming victory.