Make Haste, My Beloved

Song of Solomon 8:14 Make haste, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag on the mountains of spices.

I must go away, My Love, My spouse, but I will come again. I have spoken words of reassurance and of promise to you. I have spoken from my heart.  From my bosom My Son has declared my love to you.  My Words must be your courage now; the Words I have written upon your heart. As I dipped my brush into the color of love and painted upon your surface, this must now serve you for comfort. .

I chose you before time began, and I knew one day you would rule with me and sit upon my throne as my bride and queen. I created you for My throne, and My throne was created for you...

I am going away to prepare our home so that I may bring you back in the appointed time. You ask when will I return? It will be in the fullness of time, when time is completed and eternity will be in the heart of every painting I have painted.

Make haste, my beloved and be like a gazelle on the mountain. Remember when you came to me skipping on the mountain top and I would not leave the comfort of my wall to come to you. I had so many reason not to come away with you. I fought you but I was fighting myself.  I will be ready now. I will put away my fickled heart, my roving eye, my thirst for worldly things. I am ready to be your bride.

Be patient my dove, the one who I hid in the crevise of the rock, the one I created to be mine, to have and hold for everlasting to everlasting, from the beginning of eternity to the end of eternity. The one I wept for. I cried when you didn't understand and you turned your face from mine. My love continued to hold you in your darkest hours and the winters of your soul. It was necessary for you to bear my image upon your heart.

You will  not completely understand until I come again. Until then, be my light and love to this dark canvas  of creation. I will return, you have my word.
Come quickly, my Love

Destined to Rule

Song of Solomon 8:6, 7 Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm; For love is as strong as death, Jealousy as cruel as the grave; Its flames are flames of fire, A most vehement flame.  Many waters cannot quench love. Nor can the floods drown it. If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised.

My love has drawn you , you have become equal to my throne. I have painted my heart upon the soul of your canvas. I have set you as a seal upon my heart, I have fought for you as vehemently as a burning, raging fire. All those times you felt I was unfair, or I ask too much, I was only asking for you to wear my likeness upon  your face and become the expressed image of my love.. 

Allow Me, as your artist to enter My canvas, "I came to my own, but they would not receive Me." But I came to you, I saw your heart and I knew one day you would and could receive my love. You have learned wealth is to be utterly despised in comparison to love.


Your touch has been soft and gentle upon my soul. At times, I felt them to be angry, but they weren't, it was me who was resisting in anger.  I did not know who I was to be. I tried to be many things for many people, I tried to be that one that someone could love. I tired to change me, but I couldn't. I have fought you, I have betrayed you at times, but I have always cried out for you. And all the time, you were saying, "I understand you, my love is enough. Trust me."


As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness; I shall be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness." Psalm 17:15 Your love has drawn me

My bride, my spouse, my love, rule with me in love  Be to others what I have been  to you, so that they may see  that I am compassionate and mericiful and I have come to them. I will paint my image upon them, and they will complete my painting, just as you have..,

Dancing with the Angels

Song of Solomon 6:13 What would you see in the Shulamite - As it were, the dance of the two camps.



Dancing with the Angels

 I have fought to be loved. I have fought to dance with the Master Painter. I have learned to yeild to Him and have refused my own way.

My Love, you have the victory song within you. You have learned to dance with the unseen. You have learned to bring harmony from the creator to the creation.

You, myCanvas is almost finished. The values, the hues and the design is a perfect composition. Dance my love, dance. Dance with me as One.

The Victory Song

The heart of a willing soul

claimng her seat upon the throne.

Victory is her song

Calvary is her claim.

Death and life fought

side by side until life had won,

as a dance between armies

seen and unseen.

The struggle of life tore

apart this vessel

until the light shone

the flesh surrendered.

The Spirit claiming victory

the flesh releasing its claim.

They they danced as One.



This, My Friend

Song of Solomon 5:10,11,16

My beloved is white and ruddy, Chief among ten thousand. His head is like the finest gold; His locks are wavy, and black as a raven...His mouth is most sweet, Yes, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem!

My Friend

I asked everyone if they had seen my friend. I explained to them what he looked like. I turned him away, and now I can not sleep without him.

"What is your beloved, more than another beloved, O fairest among women? What is your beloved more than another beloved, that you so charge us to tell you if we find you. You asked us to tell him you are lovesick.

He is the love of my life, he is more than any other or another beloved. He can not be compared. He is Love, the love I wanted and did not know how to receive.

Where has your beloved gone, O fairest among women? Where has your beloved turned aside, that we may seek him with you?

This, my Friend!

The measure of a friend

cannot be marked

distance far or near, stand the same.

Words passed between two friends

need not be uttered.

A soft heart

of total acceptance binds my fears away

capturing the unconquered.

This, my friend, takes me to

the highest point of my existence

and yet brings me

to the nearness of my own heart.

An anchor to steady me,

my hope rooted in solid ground.

My beloved is altogether lovely

and this is my friend!

Wounded

Song of Solomon 5:6,7 I opened for my  beloved, but my beloved had turned away and was gone. My heart went out to him when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave no answer. The watchmen who went about the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me, the keepers of the walls took my veil away from me.

Why were they so angry with me? They struck me and took off my veil. I turned away my love, He came to me as the Man of Sorrow. Before I could reach for the door, He was gone, I looked for him and I asked others if they had seen Him, they beat me. I felt his myrrh on my fingers, the pain went to my heart.

My Dear creation, the world hates me, they will hate you. You have identified with me and those who fight their maker are convicted and mocked by your love and desperation for me.

They took off my veil. They took away my dignity, they laid me bare.

My precious one, you are beginning to feel the pain of the one who you turned away. You have agreed to receive the Man of Sorrow. This is the marking of the cross on your soul. It is not you they hate, it is Me they hate.

Wounded

So misunderstood, my hart is in despair

so alone with feelings of confusion.

Friends I expect to understand

become the wounds in my flesh.

My heart wants to run

away from scrutinizing jeers.

My love worn outwardly

bears unwanted truth to unready hearts.

The wounds in my sou,

pierced by a two-edged sword.

Cutting between my soul and spirit

only to become my weapon of truth

discerning my own thoughts and intents.

My heart stands naked and opened

to the eyes of Him

to whom I must give an account.

My wounds, too, are not hidden

from His sight.

I must some day stand judged. 

Man of Sorrow

Man of Sorrow

Song of Solomon 5:2 "I sleep, but my heart is awake; It is the voice of my beloved. He knocks, saying, 'open for me, my sister, my love, my dove, my perfect one; for my head is covered with dew, My locks with the drops of the night.'"

How can I open to you, I have taken off my robe; how can I put in on again? Do you know what you are asking? I have washed my feet, how can I defile them?

The Master Painter responds, "You do not know what I am asking? I am going to the cross for you, I am asking you to come with me. Unless you have the mark of the cross on you, you will not know resurrected life or the power of it. I am asking to lay my head upon your bosom. Let me know you understand what I must do. I am tired and weary. I need you to understand."

You are scaring me. I don't want to know you as the suffering one, I want to know you as King. I have washed myself, I have done all the things I need to do. Come back when I am ready.

My foolish sister, it is my love that has washed you, and prepared you for the throne. Open to me, I stand at your door. My hands are filled with myrrh, my fingers with liquid myrrh, this sorrow is for you. 

My heart responded, but it was too late. I reached for the opening in the door, and I felt his pain on my finger tips, when I opened to Him, He was gone.

A Garden Enclosed

Song of Solomon 4:12,15 "A garden enclosed is my sister, my spouse. A spring shut up, a fountain sealed. .. A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon."

The Master Painter looked at His creation. It is the planting of His soul on the face of earth. In a spot on earth, He called His own, He put into it His heart. He called the Canvas His garden. 

"I have planted in you my love, My creation of flowers and special spices, I have caused fountains of water to spring forth, I have caused it to run as streams to a thirsty earth. Surrender to Me, my love, I have brought heaven into you.

I have felt the red brush of passion sweep across my surface, I have not understood the green drops across my torso and white swirls of baby breaths across my heart. Why have you taken so much care with me, I am just a clump of clay, hard and brittle?

I have made you a witness for my beauty.  I want the whole earth to see My glory in you. You are My Master Piece.  I have a beautiful image in My mind. You do not know who you will be, but I do. Trust Me.
It will be a garden for others to take nourishment from and drink new life.

Surrender to My touch, my sister, my spouse.

Song of Solomon 5:1 "I have come into my garden...I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb  with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my mile. Eat, O friends... Drink abundantly O beloved."

Meadows of Grace

As the little flowers lift their heads

full of expectant praise,

their beauty captures all eyes

and their fragrance...

Happy to be where

children laugh and play

where problems fade away.

When day is done and everyone is gone

little flowers no longer

lift their heads,

crushed under the careless play.

As the children run away

forgetful of the meadows left behind

carrying with them

the fragrance of the day.

Where children touch you, they touch my fragrance of this day.

The Wall

The Wall (Oil 24X30)

Song of Solomon 2:8-11 The voice of my Beloved, Behold, he comes, Leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills, My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.

Behold He stands behind our wall, He is looking through the windows, Gazing through the lattice, My beloved spoke, and said to me: Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away, for lo the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.

The Canvas called back to the Master Artist. "I am comfortable within my wall, do not make me go where I do not want to go. Especially on the mountain top where you skip like a gazelle.

I have given you feet like hinds feet, and I will never call you to go any where that I am not. I am resurrected Life, and for you to come alive, you must follow me, you must move to my touch. The winter has past, there are flowers appearing and singing has come. Even the turtledove is heard in our land.

I am still petting the winter months when harsh days took away my dignity and purpose. How can I hear singing when voices of the past still sound in my head?

You must trust my voice. I want you with me, bur you must leave your wall, your comfort, the old life and come away, my Beloved.

Turn now and go and come again when I am ready.

Unfolding Beauty

Unfolding Beauty

Song of Solomon 2:6 "His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, By the gazelles or by the does of the field, do not sitr up nor awaken love until it pleases."

The Canvas yields to the Artist, "He has brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me is love. Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick."

You are beautiful my fair one, I have brought you to the banqueting room, to show you the enjoyment of  love. Trust my embrace, trust my right hand of authority and my left hand of provision. I have gathered you up into my arms.

I am sick with love. I have not felt this way before. I have not been here in anyone's safe embrace. Teach me how to trust your love. Teach me how to be loved.

Unfolding Beauty

Captured by love,

life began to unfold...

each petal open to new heights above.

The king sings his love songs

to my heart,

sweet songs of redemption,

peace to my hassled soul.

A choice flower, He calls me,

just perfect for His need,

causing me to know who

I was intended to be.

"Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters," Song of Solomon 2:2

Gentle Wooing

Gently Wooing

Song of Solomon 1:7 "Tell me, O you whom I love, where you feed your flock, where you make it rest at noon. For why should I be as one who veils herself, by the flocks of your companions?

The Master Artist responded to the need of His creation, "If you do not know, O fairest among women, follow in the footsteps of the flock, and feed your little goats beside the shepherds' tents." SOS 1:8

The Canvas cried out, "Where do I belong? I have left my brother's vineyard and now I am between what I know and what I do not know. I do not know how to belong in your world. My only recourse is to walk with your sheep and stay close to what seems like your way.

The Creator approached His canvas and heard the cry of her soul, "I know how you are to be. Right now, you are incomplete, you do not know what I have in store for you. You do not know that you are undone, except you see your dark skin and you feel you look different. I need to show you it is not your skin but your heart, I need to change.

You must learn a new walk. Stay close to me, stay by my tent. You will learn one step at a time, how it is to enter into my world.

Gently Wooing

Drawn with gently cords,

bonds of love,

resistance fails

as His mighty love draws me close.

Constraining love bursts forth

beyond the boundaries so familiar

in cautious response,

a new life begun.

The sweetness of new wine pours forth

a taste of heaven

and the goodness of God.

Oh, so sweet to trust the Saviour

and His precious name.

I must be with Him,

my heart's delight.

Just a glimpse of His gentle eyes

a word from Him

just knowing I Belong.

Neglected Soul

Song of Solomon 1:6 - "Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me. My mother's children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards, but mine own vineyard have I not kept."

Why would you look upone me. I am rugged because of my existence. I do not know to be pampered, I only know to be what I need to be for others.

The Master Artist responds, "My dear child, did you not know that I put you in the vineyard to begin to show you where you were and how far you needed to come. I allowed others to treat you badly, so you would understand the tenderness of love.

But what must I do with the years that have been taken from me in bitterness, when my brothers taunted me and my life had no purpose?

Understand, my love, my soul, you are all you are suppose to be, and the years that have been stolen from you will be given to you back in double blessing. You could not know the double blessing without the pain.

Negletect Soul

Battered about with life cares

bending to the demans of others,

unaware of hr own neglected soul.

Do not look upon her

there is nothing to see

just someone,

just another face.

Oh neglected soul,

you have a saviour...

Jesus is His name.

He has been drawing you

from the very first day.

Awakened by a seed of faith

dropped into a needy heart,

watered by heaven's dew,

beginning life anew.

No longer a neglected soul

she will know her worth

accepted in the Beloved

the King has called her today.

Bohemian Rapsody

Song of Solomon 7:1-5 How beautiful are your feet in sandals, O prince's daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, The work of the hands of a skillful workman, Your navel is a roun ded goblet; It lacks no blended beverage. Your waist is a heap of wheat set about with lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle. Your neck is like an ivory tower; your eyes like the pools in Heshbon, By the gate of Bath Rabbim. Your nose is like the tower of Lebanon which looks toward Damascus. Your head crowns you li ke Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple. A king is held captive by your tresses. 
The Daughters of Jerusalem expresses their agreement about the bride's unique beauty.

"Your head crowns you like Mount Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purpole. A king is held captive by your tresses."

The Master Painter  has expressed his heart for the soul of the canvas. "You have held me captive by your tresses. I find great delight as I paint each stroke of your hair. With purple on my brush, I make each stroke of your hair with precise design. I am captived by your beauty."

The Canvas responds, " I do not see what holds you to me. I am not worthy of your attention and yet I feel smug in who I am. Why is that? .

The Master Painter continues, "There is a rthymn that dances on the canvas as if green leaves design your garment and twine around your torsel and adorn your neck of ivory. You are my poem, you are the expression of my heart, I have created you from the beauty of my heart and I am held captive as if you have paraded me down the street in a parade. I am not ashamed to be called yours.

Why you feel smug in your design is that you have my heart imprinted on you in love. What could you lack? But you must surrender to the Artist in order to be connected with my beauty and love.

"Cause me to love you, so that I can love myself. I feel the music, the rapsody of the Bohemian, but I do not feel your love. Is it because I still love myself too much?"

His response, "Yes, my fair one, How pleasant you are, O love, with your delights. "

Contemplation

Song of  Solomon 5:2  "I sleep, but my heart is awake; It the voice of my beloved! He knocks, saying, 'Open to me, my sister, my love, My dove, my perfect one; for mt head is covered with dew, my locks with the drops of the night."

Contemplation

"I have taken off my robe; How can I put in on again? I have washed my feet, How can I defile them?" My heart stood silent, as I heard the Master  Artist cry out to me, He said, "Open to me, my sister, my love." I couldn't, I didn't trust Him or me. My religious and self-righteousness became a closed door to my heart. I heard His passion, but my own thoughts baecame my standard..

The Mater Artist spoke, "Turn to me, I will take away the veil from your heart. Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty. Trust the spirit of  your Master Creator, I will set you free, but you must turn to Me. In the confines of your borders, you  continue to live in two dimensions. As I paint you, with shadows, and cool blues and warm passionate reds, you will become three dimensional. Trust Me..

Desbah (Woman of War)

Song of Solomon 4:8 Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon, Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Senir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.

I must take you to the mountain top, it is where spiritual warfare is conducted between good and evil. You will learn to walk among lions and leopards. They will not harm you, because you are in Me. You are my poetry upon white canvas. You are protected in my love, in my design for your life. But you must experience the reality of Life itself in order to know my Love..

I do not know how to walk among lions and leopards, I want to stay in a safe place, I do not want risk.

You will not know my love and protection without it. Trust me to protect you through the battles of war. Your name, Desbah,  means Woman of War, You were given that name at birth, you are designed to walk upon  high mountains of your people. You will learn victory. 

Wakened by Love

Awakened

Song of Solomon 3:1 - "By night on my bed I sought the one I love; I sought him, but I did  not find him. I will rise now, I said...

I have turned the Master Painter away. He bid me to come to the mountain top, to skip with him in resurrected life. I refused him and insisted he come to me. I did not want to change out of my comfort.

"Come away, my beloved, Rise up, my love, my fair one and come away. Surrender to my call, Surrender to my touch. Surrender to this new life I have for you.

I do not know how to skip upon mountain tops. I do not know what you are asking of me. So I have turned you  away.

 Now by night on my bed I sought him. I said to myself, I will arise and go to the city and find him.

I will be found, My fair creation, I want you to know me, as I know you. Do not resist my touch, as I apply my brush of hope and resurrection power, I am  the only one who can take you to the mountain top, I am the one who gives you feet like Hind's feet. I will not let you slip. My plan is for your excellence. Nothing else will satisfy you. When I say, Arise, I am in the Arise!

The King's Choice

Song of Solomon 1:1 - The song of songs, which is Solomon's

The King's Choice Oil 24X30

The Canvas questions, "Why would the King choose me? He wrote over 1,000 songs, but He named this song after me, The Song of Songs. Why ?

The Master Artist responds, I chose you because I love you. My love will transform you into the most beautiful master piece in my gallery of art. Trust me. Open your heart to me. Allow me to be your Master Painter.

"Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth, For our love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins love you. Lead me away."
Song of Solomon 1:2-4

In My mind's eye I see you as beautiful. Right now you are an abstract to yourself. I will begin to draw lines of my love, as I see you in my mind. One day, you will see what I see.

Right now you want to fall in love with love. You want your flesh satisfied. My name has been handed to you through your fathers and tradition, one day you will understand My name poured forth like ointment. I can not satisfy your flesh, or it will cause your sprit to diminish. I must bring to you the things that will cause My spirit to grow upon the canvas. I am and must always be the Painter and you must be the canvas and allow Me the privilege of showing youmy Love.

Monique -The Victory Song

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The Victory Song (16X20 Oil)

 Song of Solomon 6:10 Who is she who looks forth as the morning, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, awesome as an army with banners?"

"You are beautiful as Tirzah, Lovely as Jerusalem, awesome as an army of banners!" The Master responded to the Canvas SOS 6:4 You have proven you are full of victory, like an army which marches home with their banners high.  You have stolen my heart, my love.

The daughters presented the question."Who is she who has no darkness in her. Who is fair as the moon, who witness the light of Christ, and is clear as the sun, in fullness of heaven's light. 

  "I do not see what you see," the Canvas questioned. Come to me and let me know why you have made me different and yet you continue to tell me, "I must be different in order to others to see your grace and your wisdom."

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All about Grace

All About Grace (24X30 Oil)

Song of Solomon 7:6, 7, 8  "How fair and how pleasant you are, O love, with your delights! This stature of yours is like a palm tree, and your breasts like its clusters. I said, "I will go up to the palm tree, I will take hold of its brances."

The Master Painter heard the cry of the heart, I will always come to a contrite spirit and a broken heart. I know your DNA, I know my design on you, I haver waited for you to surrender. Trust me to finish you. I know you wonder, how long?

Yes, my Lord, how long will it be until I will be finished. Must I always be on the drawing table, must I always be in the dark, when will my witness be pure?

I liken you to a palm tree. A palm tree grows staight in adversity, the heavier the burden, the straighter and stronger the palm tree grows. You are growing beautiful, strong and upright, as I apply each stroke upon your surface, the clearer the image is reflected on you.

Ramona's Dilemma

Song of Solomon 6:13 "Return, return, O Shulamite; Return, return  that we may look upon you."


Ramona's Dilemma (Oil 24X30)

 "What would you see in the Shulamite - As it were, the dance of the double camp?

The daughters of Jerusalem  saw her countenance fall. She had the love of the King on her face, now it was her smug love that covered her face. They called to her, return, return, repent, repent!

I don't know how to return to that state of grace. Will I ever feel like the way I felt when I first came to him. I had no expectations, I knew I had nothing within me that was desirable. And He chose me anyway.

I am no longer dancing as one with my love. We are like the dance of the double camp. I will not let the Master Painter go until we become one again. The music has changed in my heart. I have lost the feeling I had before..

"You must learn to dance the heavenly dance. I must lead, you must follow. As Jacob strived with me all night until morning, refusing to let me go until I blessed him, the same must the canvas do.

You must learn  - this spirit of mine has come into you, my canvas, it is not a feeling, it is the substance of my love and you must learn to receive it in faith.

Will you forgive me? What have I done?

Penelope - Engulfed



Engulfed - Penelope (Oil 24X30)



Song of Solomon 6:11 "I went down to the garden of nuts, to see the verdure of the valley, to see whether the vine had budded and the pomegranates had bloomed. Before I was even aware, My soul has made me as the chariots of my noble people."

"When I came out of the wilderness, pillars of smoke encompassed me. I remember the ride in the King's chariot. Others wondered why I was asked to ride in the King's chariot. They wondered why I belonged. After I told them it was because the King chose me in love, they still questioned.

I was overcome by the pillars of smoke, the Holy Spirit which took me over in ecstasy. I began looking inside of my garden for the fruit and the nuts. In my importance, I saw myself as the chariot of my noble people.

The Master Painter caressed the soul of the canvas. He wrapped his heart around her as He painted the ethereal clouds about her head. He knew her spirit must be tested as to spiritual purity. His Spirit was strong on  the canvas as he intently painted her eyes to match heaven's color, Her face lifted to Him in surrendered.

"How beautiful you are my love, my spouse."

The Canvas felt engulfed in heavenly passion. Before she was even aware, she had fallen into her own importance. She felt she was the answer for others who were destitute in spirit. Other canvases did not have the same passion on them. She must be special.

The daughters cried to her,

"Return, return, O Shulamite;

Return, return, that we may look upon you." Song of Solomon 6:13

Repent they yelled to her. We want you to be like you once were, we want to look upon your face, so we can see the love of the King.

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A Different Frame of Mind

Song of Solomon 3:"6 "Who is this coming out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke riding on the King's chariot?"

A Different Frame of Mind (24X30 Oil)

"You must change your mind," the Master Artist insisted. "You want to have things that are not meant for you. You willl only be complete in the way I have you in my  mind. You think you want to be different, you want your life idfferent, l know how you are made and anything outside of that design, will not satisfy you."

"How can I trust you, my beloved? I know I am at your mercy, you hold the brush, I am only the canvas."

"You are more than just the canvas, I have written my love upon your soul. I have laid down my life for you. I have chosen you to ride on my chariot and I have put Life in you, My life." You are coming out of the wilderness. The wilderness represents testing and you have been assayed and have been proven. Just as my Son went to the wilderness for forty days and came out with power. You have come out with power from the wilderness, you have pillars of smoke rises from you"

"Why didn't you makeme to belong in the chariot, the people wag their tongues, and wonder why a little Shulamite has stolen the heart of the King and sits upon His chariot. I don't belong there. I belong in the vineyard."

"When will you trust me? I know what I am doing. It's true, you don't belong in that new Life, that place in my chariot, but I have written my love upon your heart, you belong to me, therefore you belong in my chariot." 

Claire's Coming Out

Song of Solomon 2:4,5 - "He brought me to the banqueting house and his banner over me was love. Sustain me with cakes of raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am lovesick."

Claire's Coming Out (Oil 24X30)

The canvas submitted to the enjoyment of being the only one in the Master Painter's eyes. "I am lovesick for the Master's touch. He has brought me to the banqueting tabvle and has invited me to be the guest of honor. I am in love with this new life of pleasure."

The Master Creator responded, " You are more excited to be in the presence of pleasurey than in My presence. You must learn to want me more than pleasure. I have placed my banner of love over you."

"I do not know how to love or be loved, I only feel the way I can feel.My stomach is tied in knots with the feelings of desire and it  is consuming me. Isn't my love strong enough? She asked.

"For now, but I desire to have pure love from your heart. You must be transformed by my love. As you learn of me and trust in me, you will see what I desire."

"Isn't being with you, enough? Your life is too hard. You ask more than I can give you or more than I have. I don't know how to respond in pureness."

"I ask nothing of you, but only what I have worked into you. I will not awaken your love until it pleases. Enjoy your fill tonight. There is always tomorrow."

"When tomorrow comes, will I be different? Will I regret my evening of desire?"

"No, because my love is pure towards you and the only things that satisfies. You will not feel used or thrown away. You will only want more because I am wooing you for eternity. I have desired to live with you as my bride throughout the ages. You will sit upon my throne and rule with me one day.""

Laura in Naked Silence

Song of Solomon 5: 6,7 " I opened for my beloved, But my beloved had turned away and was gone.
My heart went out to him when he spoke. I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen, who went abut the city found me. They struck me, they wounded me; The keepers of the walls took my veil away from me."

Laura in Naked Silence 24X30 Oil

The Canvas responded. "I have turned Him away, the one I love. He came to me as the Man of Sorrow. I had taken off my robe and had washed myself with soap of self-righteousness which will never clean tmy soul. When He came to Me, I felt the myrrh which dropped from his hands on the handles of the lock. Great drops of blood dripped from his head, I did not want to touch death, especially the death of the cross. So I turned Him away."

The Crucified Artist, who created all things, and gave His life for the soul of His workmanship, turned away from His canvas until another day.

She fell into naked silence, as the watchmen found her and struck her and took off her veil. She knew only the Master Artist could satisfy the longing of her soul. She lifted her head to heaven and felt the shame of her betrayal for her Creator.of New Life..

"I have gone down to my garden, to the beds of spices, my spouse, my fair one, and I will wait for you there until you discovers Me within your own soul"

 The Master Artist and His creation have become one. "I must wait unti thel dawn falls upon your heart and then and only then, my revealing and existence will be real to you. You must learn that I exist within you You are made in my image. Your identity must be sought in your Master's  touch..  

Ciera's Prom Night (24X30)

Song of Solomon 2:1,2 "I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns, So is my love among the daughter.

Ciera's Prom Night (Oil 24X30)

 The Artist takes his brush and dips it into Magenta Rose and He paints innocence on her soul. You are the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys. I look at you, my sister, my love and I see my Son. I am preparing you for my Son. He must go to the valley of death, and so must you. 

I can not hold back pain from you, it is the only way to the cross. It is the only way you will learn about yourself and come to eternal life.

The canvas responded, Must I lose my innocence? Must I lose my youth? Must I grow up too fast? Can I not stay here for eternity?

The Artist wept.

Angelina Del Ora

Angelina Del Ora 24 X30 Oil

Song of Solomon 4: 1-3 "Behold, you are fair, my love! Behold, you are fair! You have dove's eyes behind your veil, Your hair is like a flock of goats, going down from Mount Gilead...Your lips are like a strand of scarlet, and your mouth is lovely. Your temples behind your veil, are like a piece of pomegranate."


The Master Artist writes upon His canvas:  


"Do not let your beauty be that outward adorning of arranging the hair, of wearing gold or putting on fine apparel; 1  Peter 3:3


My Lord, I do not know how to be any other way than the way I am. All I know is what I have been taught. Plaiting my hair with gold, widen my eyes with black, and calling out for satisfaction. That is the way to please men, thus please myself.

"No, No, No my daughter, my friend, Adorn the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible ornament of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of Me.  I am not wooed as other men, I am wooed by your heart. I must color your heart with red. It is my blood which was spilled at the foot of the cross. It was for you."

"Behold, you are fair, I look at your heart. I look for that quiet spirit in your heart. I wish to come to you and find a resting place. I choose the heart of my people to rest in. You are no exception. You have used your beauty to seduce others, now you must die to the wantonness of others. You must learn my ways."

Come, my Lord, speak to my inner person and change me. I yield to your touch, My Master Painter. I wait for your brush filled with gold to come upon my faith, that I might be pleasing to you. How can I be completed without you. I find my completeness in you, only. You are my expectation. You are my hope.

"My Angel of gold. You no longer belong to the world, they have used you and seduced you and all the time you thought you were seducing them.I love you with an everlasting love.  My love will change you and teach you of another way.  Be patient, "Do not stir up love until it pleases."

Lillian's Pearl

Lillian's Pearl (Oil 24 X30)

Song of Solomon 1:8, 9, 10, 11 "...O fairest among women...I have compared you, my love; to my filly among Pharaoh's chariots. Your cheeks are lovely with ornaments, Your neck with chains of tole. We will make you ornaments of gold with studs of silver."

Why do you look upon me as one who has ornaments about my neck and gold in my ears? I am not worthy of your praise, I don't belong to those who's lives are at ease and pampered. Why have you chosen me from the rows of the vineyard. The sun has looked upon me, I am dark.

" With one stroke of my brush, you came alive to Me. Oh my love, when the sun looked upon you and you saw yourself dark, I saw yout as if the light of the sun shone upon you and pointed you  to me. I see your heart. I see you as the fairest among women. Allow Me the privilege of loving you.

"You embarrass me with your description. I blush at your words, but I want to hear more. Keep telling me until I believe it. I have never known anyone like you before.

Why do you give me all your attention? Others deserve it more.

"Because I love you. You have responded to my touch, My bride Spirit. You are betroth to me. Your government will be upon my shoulders. My care, provision and protection is my up most concern. Are you willing to come to me even in the death of the cross? This is where I will meet you, out of death, comes life."

Jennifer with the Green Eyes

Song of Solomon 1:5 "I am dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, Like the tents of Kedar, Like the curtains of Solomon. Do not look up me, because I am dark, Because the sun has tanned me. My mother's sons were angry with me; They made me the keeper of the vineyards, but my own vineyard I have not kept."

Jennifer with the Green Eyes (Oil 24X30)

Portrait in Paint! I do not know if I can trust you. How do I know that you have love for me alone? You ask me to leave what I know  and come to you. I am dark, how could you love me? My brothers accuse me of not working in their vineyard. My own vineyard is barren, I have nothing you should want.

The Master Artist's Responds, "My love, it is not what you see, it is what I see. I see you beautiful. Your beauty is my my eyes. I love you with an everlasting love. I only ask that you respond to me."

How can I respond when I know how beautiful others are. I have nothing to give you. Leave me to my vineyard, leave me to my father's house.

"I can not leave you alone. I have heard your heart cry for satisfaction. When you work in your brother's vineyard, you only wished the day to be over. I love you too much to leave you in your barren state. Allow me to paint you from my spiritual palette, I know the true color of your complexion. I see it in your eyes. You desire the water that only I can give you. Trust me, surrender to me. My love, My spouse.

Mary, Do Not Cling To Me!

5: 8 Song of Solomon, ""I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find my beloved, that you tell him I am lovesick!"

Mary, Do Not Cling to Me! (Oil 24 X30)

I went through the city and searched for Him until I  found the one I love.

 Why do I love Him?  The One my heart runs to, the One who has captured my thoughts and my attention during the night hours, He is the One who is truly worthy of all my affections. He has pursued me in His glory and laid down His life in exchange for my life.

"I am captured by your tresses, My love", The Songresponded to me. "You parade me through the city as a captured prisoner and I gladly yield to you."

Portrait in Paint! "Mary, Do not Cling to Me. You must let go of Me. You will no longer know me in the flesh, but in the spirit. I will return to you. I am sending the Holy Spirit who will bring My love to you. You will carry me in your heart. When others ask, the Light of my love will be your answer and you will be My witness."


Come quickly, I cry. I can not live without you.

"And you won't. I am here with you, My love, My sister, My spouse."

Two Faces of Eve

Song of Solomon 2:17 "Until the day breaks and the shadows flee away, Turn, my beloved, and be like a gazelle or a young stag upon the mountains of Bether."

Two Faces of Eve (Oil 24 X30)

Portrait in Paint! My independence is important to me. I want to be all I can be, I will gladly pay the price. I will gladly eat from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. I can not surrender to you, I will lose my freedom. I will gladly be beguiled for my own wants.

"Do not send me away to the Mountains of Separation, My love. I have come for you to learn how to skip on the mountain tops with me in My resurrected Life.


I want to love you, My Lord, as you have loved me. I can not help but betray you. You are still the One I love, My Lord, but I must wait behind my wall of deception..


"I will go away and wait for you. I will not awaken your love until it pleases."

Until the day breaks, when the morning light comes up behind the mountain, then I will seek you. In the night hours, I sought the one I loved, but He had left me. My independence has brought death to me. How can I run back to the one I love, who walked with me daily in the garden.


The subtle serpent has wrapped himself around me and he goes  in and out of my mind with his many colors and cunning ways. Stop the noises in my head, My Love and Lord

 I am the Master Painter and I have defeated the serpent on the cross. He has entered into your painting by your will and your disobedience. You have fought against My touch. You have rejected the colors of My heart. You have wanted to paint your own life.


With only a stroke, My Word became flesh. And My flesh came in the likeness of man. I have destroyed the works of the evil one. You must turn to me, My sister, My spouse. My love is enough." I have given you free will, but you must chose me.

Linda "I'm Still Here!"

Song of Solomon 1:2 "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mount - For your love is better than wine. Because of the fragrance of your good ointments, Your name is ointment poured forth; Therefore the virgins lovve you. Lead me away.

"Portrait in Paint! The spirit of the Lord came to me in the death of Linda. Her body caved unto death  but her spirit lives.


She said, "Come up thither, and let me show you things you have never seen before."


"Are there windmills in heaven?" I asked. "I know you loved windmills. We painted a windmill together just a few weeks before you left this earth. Your frail body gave way and I finished it for you."

Linda "I'm Still Here!"

The Master Painter speaks, "We have spoken openly to you, our heart is wide open.  You are not restricted by us, but you are restricted by your own affections." 11 Corinthians 6:11,12


And the Bride Spirit responds. I have been restricted by my own affections. No longer do I want to kiss my own hand. The ointment of my right hand, by which its fragrance "betrays itself", betrays me.  I cry out, "No longer will I look to others for love that does not satisfy."


The Master Painter speaks again, "If a man would give for love all the wealth of his house, it would be utterly despised." Song of Solomon 8:7


And the Bride Spirit in me responds again, "Come to me, my love. I want Your kisses upon my lips. I want to become the portrait of your bride. I want to see Your face in righteousness. I shall be satisfied when I awaken in Your likeness." Psalm 17:15