JUST MUSING BASELINES
MY BELOVED, OUR BELOVED – SONG, November 12, 2025
There, Hup and Cordia slept, having left that awakened place to pass into night and rest. They went together to that room of cedar and fir after just reading the end of Chapter Two: “My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether.”
“Marriage in the sight of God… two as one flesh… the Godhead three and yet one—substance shared, personalities dancing.”
Cordia whispered, “How can we ever grasp… fathom the mystical… magical… wonderful union? Where we are Hup?”
We live within the virtual—faith beckoning—reality of God’s throne… the green of life covers our bed. Our Beloved is ours… mine… yours… all of God’s called and chosen. We are His.”
“Feeding among the lilies,” she intoned.
“Yes, among the lilies. Consider the lilies… even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Solomon the scribe—lived the splendor to write it.
“Do you find it interesting that Jesus would mention Solomon?”
“No, no, no – not at all. To know is to imagine what’s virtually true but yet to come in reality. We do that now hon—as Solomon waited for the Messiah. We await his return.”
“Even so we wait… until the day break and the shadows flee,” she added.
And Hup finished, “No shadow of turning with Christ… just the shadows that we look through – a glass, darkly — well, at least for now. When Christ returns, he shall come from on-high with the grace and beauty of the young hart, skipping across even the mountains of Bether which the whole world shall see.”
And with that, they passed into the night to awaken to the next coming day, and chapter of their lives.
