Dimensional

Song of Solomon 4:16                       New English Translation

The Beloved to Her Lover:

16 Awake, O north wind; come, O south wind!

Blow on my garden so that its fragrant spices may send out their sweet smell.

May my beloved come into his garden and eat its delightful fruit!

 

In Search for the 4th dimension … the Bride of Christ

 

Outside of Christ, my Savior, who knows more about me?

It must be my inner-man, the one the battle is over

My outer-one I understand and even my emotions

My mind interpreters and my “Will” looking for a 4-leaf clover

 

The functions of the inner-man appear like a 3rd dimension

It is where communion resides with the Holy Spirit in call

It is there where conscience sends warnings to the outer

Directly to the soul of me, but I guess that is not all

 

It is the place where God reveals the purpose of our calling

It is where God shows the reality of the fullness of His Truth

Is it in fact the place where God walks through the garden?

With me and His other children to prepare our final move

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741