~A word-picture allegory that described the work of the Holy Spirit in my soul after my born-again experience.
Jesus, I love thee, oh how I love the sheer splendor of Your majesty. There is a cottage in a land of honey and milk. There is a love enclosed in velvety marine water, clinging to this love, yet drifting past it, barely touching its power. Dancing in graceful circles the water is life, life surrounding this pure love, never leaving its lifeline. Every clear drop acts as one—shimmering, reflecting, absorbing, sparkling, and snow-dusting rays from love.
There is a mushroom-shaped lighthouse behind this cottage lying on a hill, where the wind blows and streaks of golden sunlight rest on the tips of grass moving freely with the breeze. If one didn’t know better, one would think the grass liquidly moved, appearing like a sepia-colored ocean.
This egg-colored cottage has oval-shaped sides, with a small wooden circle-carved window at its tender center. You will find wonderful things inside; you will find love. The mushroom-shaped lighthouse behind it is creativity personified. Its white stem bark stretches ten stories in the air with a wide, deeply-dark, warm roof that towers over the stem. At the middle of the roof there is a pale yellow tinted glass that opens.
You will travel down the lighthouse stairway from the top floor, gliding, drifting like a light feather. The air here is soft and has a hue of pale yellow. When the roof slightly opens, sparkling golden dust–like a goldfish’s smooth scales, catches the sun’s light and drifts down with you. Beautiful paintings, sketches, and crosses are hung, posted on the circling wall.
The floor is a marble pearly-white, reflecting forms in the room. A wooden table is set by an oil painting canvas. On this smooth wooden table rests a crystal vase, a quarter filled with the cleanest river water. Gentle scarlet roses open their buds every morning, exposing an intricate pattern. Their silky petals peddle a cure, and they close every night, budding again. Beside this vase are cinnamon, clove, and ginger scented candles. When lit, a hazy cinder-like smoke is released from small yellow fire. Some of the scent spirits leave the tower to heal those who need Jesus’s light, His comfort. A Bible rests beside the candles—the truth—enclosed in its brown covering are eternal words that will never be ended by time.
There is a girl that lives here. She is Wisdom; Wisdom in youth, here is her pilgrimage. A yellow flower with a vibrant color and cream texture always adorns Wisdom’s hair. The oil painting she finished depicts a milk sepia background. A wave of dark sepia is at the center of this painting, while a tulip flower whose creamy petals form a bowl that fills with spring rain, filled with love, garnishes it. Beside this two-leafed flower is a bundle of raspberries. Its rich color stands out, adding to their realistic appearance; it is as if you could take the cluster and savor every bite.
There is a look in Wisdom’s eyes—Jesus has just sent her another inspiring work of art to create. She takes the Water Flower painting in her hand only to release it. It floats up, moving like paper onto its home on the wall. The new art is that of a fall forest. The trees thin, dark, and tall hold royal red-colored leaves, some splashed with yellow, gold, orange, or brown. The living soil that protects its roots is rich, nutritious and earthy-scented, like soil after a short April rain.
It is night time and the sky is scattered with enchanting stars. There is a girl in this forest whose hair and eyes are dark brown. She wears a deep aqua dress. She is the rain that waters this forest. Her contrast catches the eye.
From her blissful realm Wisdom leaves for the pilgrimage that she must do alone with God. She will venture from the cottage whose home is love where there is always warmth. Her journey is to defrost those who have cold hearts.
There is a brick fireplace on the right side of the cottage bending with the crescent-shaped wall. Its flames can never be extinguished. A small bed rests beside the window where floating brown leaves sometimes enter. The inside wall surrounding this round window portal is painted a warm marine color. Threaded on it are entwining carefree golden threads, some making flowers, others making leaves, fresh oven bread, and Bibles, while one makes a cup representing the Holy Grail. Beside the fireplace are two royal moss-green colored couches, one a three-seater, the other a rocking chair. The fabric on these chairs is softer than mist, and more gentle than rain. They have been stuffed with a filling more flexible than cotton, conforming to any shape, to any being; they were made for all, leaving no one unchanged or unhealed.
Draped over a dark wooded tea table between the bed and couches is a thin cloth. The cloth is green, and sewed in are many small white flowers. On top of that rests a cup of simply calming, soothing spice tea that wakens peace inside. Although one may drink out of this cup it can never be emptied, for it is filled and powered by love. It is the Holy Grail.
In the left of this endearing house there is a light tannish-colored carpet. This carpet is like a cloud, gentle and easy on the feet for all who enter this paradise. On the wall lays a curved painting, an image with astounding eyes. A white light is given off by this image. Any who wish it in their heart are immediately freed from flesh to walk in the Holy Spirit. May this light you carry with you be protected from all evil spirits who host wickedness.
To the right there is a small and square-shaped carpet, feeling smooth like dry olive oil beneath your feet. Anoint your head with a dab of biblical oil that stands in a clay pot beside the painting. The carpet is red representing the blood that Christ shed for our sins.
To your right shoulder is the kitchen. It has white tiles with peach spots. Here is where you take communion, and drink of the wine and break the bread that Christ has given you freely of His own will. There is a large glass sliding door but a foot to the left of this wooden table; it is always open for all who wish to enter, for all who wish for love. The sandy-colored curtains are spread apart and fly freely when the breeze of a soul enters. Looking like silk in the wind, they fly gracefully, happily, in gladness that one more will be saved.
To the right of this table of faith is a small room lit only by candles and hanging lanterns of hope, where the spirits of the disciples visit when a guest enters to help them take communion.
There is a rest area in another part of this cottage. Here, to unwise eyes, it is nothing but a beautiful little bathroom, but to the ready it is a place to leave things of the flesh, to leave materialism, to leave ungodly ways. There is a pocket-sized open Bible on a kelp-green marble counter. A verse is highlighted. Standing out, it reads:
Your word is a lamp to my feet,
and a light to my path,
I have sworn an oath and confirmed it,
to keep your righteous rules.
—Psalm 119:105–106 ESV
Are you ready to follow Him who loves you most? There is a new sunrise in this land that warms the maple-scented tree that canopies this cottage. Its brown leaves sometimes entering through the round window. The grass dances like the sea. There is a spirit who walks near. “I love You, Jesus, make me anew. Give me Your word so that I may recognize the truth when I see, hear, smell, and feel it. May I return Your awesome love and shun hate, jealousy, and immoral practices. Thank You God for sending your Son, who forgives continually. Thank You, Jesus.”
Jesus, I love thee, oh how I love the sheer splendor of Your majesty. There is a cottage in a land of milk and honey.
~This allegory was taken from my book Visions of Celestial Love. To purchase a copy click here.
