1917_The_Finished_Mystery_Text

Blow upon my garden— My heart-garden, inwhich I seek to develop the fruits most pleasingto my Lord.That the spices thereof— The aroma of gooddeeds, kind words and noble thoughts.May flow out— Manifest itself to the Lord andto others.Let my Beloved— Bridegroom, Christ.Come into His garden— Come into my heart.And eat— Appropriate to His use and pleasure.His pleasant fruits— The fruits of love, whichHe has cultivated within me.Canticles 5:1.I am come— The Lord responds.Into My garden— I have accepted yourinvitation to come in and make My abode withyou.My sister, My spouse— My Father's Daughter,My espoused Bride.I have gathered My mrryh— Wisdom;generally the result of bitter experience. Myrrhmeans bitter.With My spice— The fragrant and sweetingredients of the Holy Spirit.I have eaten— Accepted, appropriated,consumed.My honeycomb— The sacrificers themselves.With My honey— With the sacrifices of praisewhich they offered.I have drunk My wine— Taken note of thedoctrines you teach.With My milk— Noticed also the manner andspirit with which you present the milk of theWord to these not so far advanced.Eat, O friends— The Lord addresses the needyworld.Drink, yea, drink abundantly, O beloved—"Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the