STAY, LITTLE FOXES – SONG, November 14, 2025

“Here we are again, my love,” Hup said, thinking about Solomon’s Song and the seeming kaleidoscope he peered into, not quite the binoculars he hoped that would bring clarity.  

“He will take us through it,” Cordia said, her words spoken softly… sweetly… assuredly. 

“Yes, he did and will again, as we call out, ‘Draw me,’ and he shows us the way past Deacon Jones and Wilder and all other obstacles that Father permits to litter our way.

“But this time, we know the path… the footprints of our Lord’s sheep and his tents. We follow them.”

“Yes, but what a kaleidoscope spin and cycle! Will it ever end Cordia?” Hup paused and rubbed his beard and face as if to restore its color and pliability before settling on any one thought of Chapter 3. Yes, there was so much before him—a rolling scroll, unwinding with time. Hup looked at his beloved. “Isn’t it curious that any new creation begins with darkness and bleeds into dawn? Christ, who is our wisdom, our salvation, our sanctification and yes, our glorification – all virtually true – through and through – and becoming to me ever more real… as if the real of this life was overcome by God’s promise… victory assured as a greater reality.. heaven’s reality has begun to supplant earth’s folly and her little foxes.”

“He’s here now Hup.”

“Yes, I know. Once I got past mother’s watchmen. he held his peace, which surpassed understanding.”

“As he holds mine,” Cordia whispered, as if any loud voice would send him away. They even stopped breathing for a moment, as they both wanted to hold fast to their husband, friend and lover of their souls. “What do we do?”

“Hold him – in quiet worship, prayer and praise… adoration. Our King knows our hearts. He has his residence within us. Tomorrow – Sunday… we will go to mother’s church for Christ’s body is still there and through her we were conceived, nurtured and know our place.

“What of those who merely perform the dance Hup?” 

As Matthew Henry said, the ‘daughters of Jerusalem were not to stir up or awake her love. When she had brought him into her mother’s house, among her sisters, she gave them a strict charge to keep all quiet and in good order, to be very observant of him, careful to please him, and afraid of offending him.”

“So we find the little foxes under the skirts of her daughters?”

“Indeed my love.” Hup looked at his beloved. “Still, all must be stayed, not banned. Who knows the tender mercies of God, and who are among the uncalled and yet to be elect? They will be stayed by him…

“How do you know?”

“Because of his presence in us… where two or more are gathered my love.”