ROSE AND LILY – SONG, November 11, 2025

“You were up early this morning,” Hup’s wife said as she walked into the kitchen. “Not that that’s unusual for you.” She started to boil water for her morning Oolong. 

“Quite an illumination,” Hup commented, nursing his cup of coffee. “I was laying in bed – aloft, you know, and thinking about you here below. It was funny how how I envisaged the holy of Holies – not here, but in the cosmos… Father and Son. The Puritans would speak of the Son of God resting within the bosom of the Father from all eternity so that even the angels were unaware.”

“Is that so? Huh. You’ve said that my bedroom is in the bosom of our house, while you sleep aloft. Curious thought Hup.” 

Gracie watches the on going conversation between master and master. 

“Did you know the Rose of Sharon is not a rose at all?” Hup asked in passing. His wife was the gardener. She’d know.

“Hibiscus.”

“Yes, I saw the flower last night in my dream. Beautiful white petals at the outer… but crimson red – at the inner – at its heart.”

“Lovely hibiscus. I’ve seen them as you describe,” she agreed. “Where was it?”

“Where was it? Heaven, actually… appearing in the form of a man. Then it was gone and reappeared.”

“Reappeared?”

“Yes, Here on earth – no doubt the valley below – as a white Lily.”

“All of this coming from your contemplations of the Second Chapter?” She asked as she blew across the top of her cup to cool the tea. At that moment, she didn’t know if she blew her breath as much as if Hup had drawn it from her as he told his story. Sometimes his stories were almost too fantastic for her to hear. “So, if I heard you correctly, you saw Jesus in heaven as the Rose of Sharon, and as a lily of the valley?”