Fragrance
I met You daily
for me
to survive
for comfort
for healing
for strength
to push back the darkness
I never imagined
the fragrance you were leaving behind in me
over the years
weaving it into the very fibers of my soul
the essence of my being
the pungent perfume
the amazing aroma of the Beautiful One
I was desperate for You
my eyes consumed by my troubles
For many years
I couldn’t lift my head to look ahead
I couldn’t see beyond
prevailing problems
current chaos
daily demands
I didn’t worry if you were leaving Your fragrance with me
on me
in me
I didn’t know or care
But You, Adonai T’zva’ot,
You did
You knew it would help others
You knew it would waft over my sweet child
You knew I’d want this fragrance
long for this fragrance
one day
You knew
So You did for me what I couldn’t do for myself
You made this broken pot a useful vessel
in Your house
the Master’s house
In time
Your time
fullness of time
perfectly timed
You began the squeeze
pressure increased
pressure mounted
You were close, but no relief
more and more force applied
to my soul
to my being
enemies all around
enemies within
walls entombing me
blistering betrayal
brutal battles
boundless sorrows
rivers of tears
I was in a vice
You were tightening screws
increasing pressure
crushing, crushing, crushing
I thought I might die
I wished I might die
I wished and wished for the crushing to end
As You crushed me in that contraption called the human condition,
that mechanism for spiritual growth known as “that which is common to man”
something happened
something I never expected
At first, just a hint of fragrance was released
a brisk walk at dusk past the night-blooming Jasmine
then a wispy cloud floating around me
a bouquet of fresh-cut roses in the center of the kitchen table
still You weren’t finished
til the unrelenting crushing brought forth the full aroma
the blast of permeating fragrance
prostrate in fields of lavender
resting on the fresh buds
my pores seeping with fragrance
the fragrance of Yeshua
the fragrance of the Christ
the fragrance of hope
You are the sower
You are the living water
You are the vine dresser
You are Elohim
Creator of the very dirt and herb of the field
and You are the perfumer
bringing forth the finest scents
from Your flowers
crushing me
crushing us
that Your fragrance might remain
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