To Smell a Name
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Just outside the northeast window of my living room is a lilac bush that I planted for my wife several years ago. It is currently blossoming and and the fragrance that wafts in through the open window is simply heavenly. It is light and sweet. And calming. I find myself pausing and taking in bigger breaths in order to enjoy its offerings.
It reminds me of one of my favorite poems from the bible found in the Songs of Solomon.
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes; your name is like perfume poured out.
I was at Disney World a few years ago walking through an Epcot gift store. I happened to be exiting the store shortly after someone had dropped a bottle of perfume which had then broken on the floor. I stepped into a cloud of fragrance and the scent was inviting and intriguing. It reminded me of my wife. Have you ever rolled over in an empty bed and recognized your wife’s perfume on the pillow that she had just slept on minutes before? Or maybe you have walked into a room shortly after she had passed through and knew she had been there because a ghost of her aroma was still hanging there.
Those are teasing reminders. The cloud that I had walked into was overpowering. It grabbed the senses and demanded attention….yet, it wasn’t unpleasant.
That is how I picture the love mentioned in the verse I have posted above. The writer says that even the very mention of his name has the impact of perfume poured out to his lover.
Teen-aged girls get this. Their school books are a testament to the power of a name. They will write a boys name down in a hundred different ways over a thousand different pages. There is something poetic about that name. Something overpowering. It is poetic.
I wonder… is there a name that has that impact on you?