His Image by Chantell Cullum

He speaks to her in a still small voice not only at the top of the mountain but also in the valley. She is his beloved. His whisper echoes through her soul as she becomes whelmed in his presence and reflecting his glory. Her eyes are as brown as autumn leaves falling from trees, her knees knocking and her hair is as black cotton, He would say as lamb wool. Her skin is that of brass and her voice as thunder. Her heart is shattered into pieces and she becomes undone as her beloved draws neigh. Her heart is filled with love after all that is the greatest of these. Her garments fell and now she’s exposed only to be clothed in white linen.

It seemed like yesterday when they first met in the garden. She moved to Sodom or was it Gomorrah? Don’t worry she didn’t stay long she returned to him. They crossed the Red Sea together and later the Jordan river. He gave her the land that only Moses could look on and never posses. In that land they planted seed and she bare good fruit. For that, I’ll call her blessed but I heard him whisper and say....know we are one flesh.