Isha's Dream

[kisstheson]

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Chapter Two
The Meadow

One moment Isha was in the cave with Yeshi and the next she was standing on a flowering hillside overlooking the Sea of Galilee. Everything had changed. A garment, as light as a lavender mist sprinkled with plum colored roses, gracefully covered her body. The Beloved appeared in a robe white and shimmering floating about him like a cloud. His head shown in golden splendor encircled in rays of glory. Turning toward Isha he smiled most graciously and offered his hand as she knelt as his feet.

‘Do you recognize this place?” Yeshi asked.

Hills and meadows stretched out before her, covered in red lilies, and wild flowers of every kind. The jewel of Galilee, the sea, looked like a glass harp surrounded by generous mountain ranges. Where she had knelt in worship to the Saviour, tiny bell-shaped blossoms not only sprang in greeting but passed through her body as well. She could actually see and smell the flowers WITHIN her. The same marvel happened to Yeshua. How beautifully the wounds of his feet filled to the brim with the small white flowers. Joyful tears sprang from her eyes.

“Be praised dearest Yeshua!” She cried looking up at his face.

Messiah lifted her to his side.

“Is this the hill where many of your people heard the message of the Kingdom of Heaven?” wondered Bride.

“Yes, the very hill!” Yeshua replied stretching his arms wide. With words tender and compassionate, his voice echoed across the hills embracing all the land.

“How happy are the poor in spirit,
Theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven,
Happy the gentle,
They shall be comforted.
Happy those who hunger and thirst for what is right;
They shall be satisfied.
Happy the merciful:
They shall have mercy shown them.
Happy the pure in heart:
They shall see God.
Happy the peacemakers:
They shall be called the sons of God.
Happy those who are persecuted in the cause of right:
Theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Yeshua nodded and said emphatically, “Blessed indeed are the pure in heart for they shall see God!”

Gazing at Bride he took her hand and lifted it to his face. Slowly he guided her fingers across the contour of his cheeks, the noble line of his nose, the smoothness of his brow and the fragrant field of his beard. Lastly he touched her fingers to his lips which broke into a radiant smile.

With perfect happiness Isha beheld his face. Gone was the veil of the earthly life that had kept her from seeing him fully. How could she have been able to endure the resplendent beauty of his holy gaze while still unclothed in Heaven’s attire?

Isha exalted in her Love. “Blessed are those who hunger and thirst after righteousness for they shall be satisfied.” Quite heartily she embraced Yeshua. “You are my righteousness and I am satisfied!”

Isha became more excited, “I would have loved…”
Yeshi interrupted, “What would you have loved?”
She flung her arms wide and took a deep breath. “Being here… in this place, in Galilee, when you walked upon the earth as a man. I can see myself standing on this hill among the crowds, listening to your words and watching you heal the sick.” She shut her eyes. “Oh Yeshua, I can almost see them, the excitement on each face. Everyone is on tiptoe trying to catch a glimpse of you.”
“Truly my Isha,” Bride heard him say. “Ah….would you look at that?”

Look is just what she did. Yeshua lifted his hand in a wide arc. Color, sights and sounds erupted all around her. Crowds…thousands stood in rapt attention. Earthen colored veils and robes, scarlet and silk draping the well dressed, babes in arms, children, men and women brushed against her. The smell of wildflowers mingled with the scent of the unwashed poor. Tall waving grass and a purple and gray sky, patched with sunlight framed the man who stood close enough to touch.

“Yeshua!” she gasped, wide eyed and incredulous. His brilliant white robe had vanished. Barefoot and weathered, dust golden in the folds of his brown robe, he turned toward her, his face sun kissed, with a smile that flashed between his beard. The Galilean stepped forward and lifted a little boy into his arms. Isha could see clearly the tell tale signs of blindness in the child’s eyes. They were completely clouded over with a pale blue film. Gently Yeshua laid hands on the boys eyes, kissed him and when he removed his hand the boy cried, “Oh I can see! The light, the light!” In the safety of Yeshua’s arms he buried his head weeping. Yeshua smoothed his hair and whispered words of comfort. Soon the child was looking into Messiah’s face and smiling. Isha smiled too seeing the child’s joy while all around her the crowd cheered and applauded.

“Yeshua Min N’Zareth!”

The roar of thousands of voices thrilled her.
In the midst of great jubilation the sky broke and a delicious down pour of summer rain drenched the multitude. Most everyone ran seeking shelter. Yeshua quickly handed the boy back to his grateful mother. She covered the child with a veil, bowed to the Master and swiftly departed. Isha would not go. She did not want to leave Yeshua, not even for a moment.

To be continued...

 

[kisstheson]

Yeshua surveyed Bride with a sympathetic smile. They were alone, standing face to face in the rain. “My Shulamite!” He sighed. “Look at you!”

Isha folded her arms. “Man of Galilee…” She wiped another rain drop from the tip of her nose. And really for the first time she noticed her own dark blue robe soaked through and looking much like his. A poor and patched garment it was.

“You must be from the southern country like I am… from Nazareth.” He observed. “You look like one of our shepherdess’.” His eyes brightened. “And a very beautiful one, I must say.”

He burst out in laughter. Great rays began to stream forth from his person. Beginning at the hem of his robe, a weaving of gold replaced his threadbare garment. The rain too became as luminous liquid drops of gold falling from the sky. Eagerly Yeshua lifted his arms, opening his mouth to catch the drops. He encouraged Bride,

“Come, taste and see that the Lord is good!”

A single drop fell on Isha’s tongue. Warm and indescribably delectable in her mouth, she savored it before swallowing. The drop remained like an oval of light pulsating in her belly causing lovely sensations.

Quite exuberantly Bride agreed. “Yes! The Lord IS good!”

Yeshua shared her joy. “Praise to Abba!”

Together they spun around, locked in an embrace, faces lifted, mouths opened…The rain
Drops ran down hair and cheeks, saturating clothing and bodies, their laughter became a fountain gushing and filling the air.

Isha laughed so hard that her cheeks ached. If a groan could be whimsical Yeshua’s certainly was as well as the grimace on his face when he grasped his stomach.
“It is a welcome ache, is it not?” A gentle stream of laughter followed his words.

Bride nestled her cheek on Yeshua’s breast. “Abba is good.”

The Saviour nodded. “Yes my shalee. He is good.”

“I am longing to see Him.” Isha sighed. “I want to thank Him for His gift.”
The rain had seized except for a few lingering drops. Yeshua lifted one from His bosom and placed it into her mouth. He followed after her tasting one on her cheek.

“He is here.” Yeshua exclaimed placing his hand on his heart. “My Father is here.”

Immediately Isha kissed the Messiah’s heart. The gesture brought a sigh to his lips.

“He fills all things and is on His throne.” Bride saw solemnity filling His face as well as deep love and honor. “Soon you shall see Him.” He added with a smile, “When I present you as my Queen in Heavens court.”

She could not help but kneel at his feet. The thought of the heavenly court, beholding the great and glorious Godhead, Father, Son and Holy Spirit, was beyond anything she could imagine. Isha suddenly felt small and unworthy and wanted to hide underneath Yeshua’s robe.

At once colors of purple and red fell around Bride covering her in a soft, thick, rich embrace.
“There it is.” The Messiah announced. “The cloak I covered you with the day you became mine.”
Isha wrapped the cloak around her with humble gratitude

Yeshua spoke. “Yes, I covered you in the coat of my blood and passion. Purple is the color my enemies mocked me with. Yet this is no mockers garment. It is the royal sign that you belong to me, the Son of David. All I have purchased for you through my sacrifice has become yours. I am your holiness, wisdom, righteousness…
“You are everything to me.” Bride murmured kissing the cloak and pressing her cheek against it.
Bending towards her, Yeshua encircled her with his arms and whispered a blessing:
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“Here is my companion, her soul like whitest snow.
A garden of virtues where the sweetest flowers grow
She is my delight, my rose bloom at my side
Fair, none can compare to my beautiful Bride.”

His words were dear to her. For a long while she pondered them wanting to store his blessing like a treasure in her heart.

Isha looked up through her tears. “My Yeshi…” She stopped her mouth with her hand.

Yeshua brightened. “What is it my Shalee?” he asked. “You must know I love that name. That is the special name you called me before you came to live with me here in the New Jerusalem. Can you not feel my pleasure in you heart?”

Brides astonishment quickly turned into cheerfulness as her Lord cried out: “Yeshi! Yeshi! Yeshi! Please, say it again Isha and satisfy me!”
She spoke the name but once. He grabbed his bosom with a sigh and said, “ah…like a sweet arrow of love right through my heart…” Isha shook her head. “Oh you make me laugh, my Yeshi.”
He smiled. “Well, you could not be sad…”

She laughed again. “I am not sad.”

“There is no sadness in my Kingdom. Not even a speck.” laughed Yeshua.

“Only grateful tears,” Isha exclaimed happily.

“And lots of kisses…”

To be continued...

 

[Amylisa]

sigh~~~

I love this story!

Yeshua, Yeshua.....