I went to a wedding tonight. Beautiful bride. Happy faces. Assurance of peace, love and makings of dwelling places. Life continues. And then theres the breaking of the glass. A stark reminder that we are not at peace. That our temples were destroyed. That there is hate, murder and corruption. We dont have our golden crowns and we are locked out of our palace. And then the heavens poured. Symbolic. We are a bride left at the altar, not so patient anymore, awaiting the groom who has hidden Himself. The bride is crying out to return to the garden with the groom, to the place where they first united and fell in love. Yet alas, that is where He was betrayed by her in the first place. Was that you crying tonight from the heavens that poured, oh dear groom? Do you miss her too? Do you cry for the pain she is feeling. How she misses your countenance; your warm embrace. You used to comfort her more dearly and when you didnt, you sent messengers to remind her that you will come for her and bring her back. There are hardly any messengers now. She wants to see your face again. To return home. Shes tired and weary; Beaten down by the savages on the road. She needs to rest. She has said she is sorry, time and time again. Has she not proven her loyalty to you? She has tried everything to bring you back to her. She is now unified within; more wholesome. She is not perfect and she sure can work on herself. But does that not deem her worthy enough? Dont hide your face any longer! Come back. Bring her home. We are youre bride dear G-d, come back to the altar.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 01:29:45 +0000
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