Tamar

Accompanied by virgin companions, dressed a sack cloth, covered in ashes, Tamar approached Him. He was seated on a throne high and exalted, and the train of His robe filled the temple. Above Him were seraphs each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling to one another: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is filled with his glory. As the throne grows closer and closer in the dark eyes of Tamar, she thinks about how unworthy she is; she thinks that she shouldn't be here. As she finally approached the steps of this heavenly realm she fell to her feet in reverence, but mostly in grief. Her life had been taken from her, and she had grown to believe her worthlessness. But the Father, he saw her, stroked her hair with his gentle hand and found her face under her shiny dark hair.Tamar shook with fear, and could not bring herself to look at him. But the Lord, with his grace, held Tamar's face in both his hands and softly kissed her forehead and both her cheeks. As He did this a tear fell from her empty eyes. Without so much as a whisper the Lord cleaned the ashes from her body with his hair, removed her sack cloth, and clothed her with a beautiful gown woven with gold. He then placed a deep purple robe around her shoulders covered in jewels. He took her by the hand, led her down the stairs, and held her as they danced together. The heavenly hosts singing behind them. As Tamar wept and became weaker and weaker, the Lord picked her up and held her close as they continued to dance. He then leaned into her and whispered, "Tamar, beloved, you are no longer a slave to your ashes and your sack cloth. You are mine. You are my princess." At that point Tamar's body fell limp in His arms and she stayed there all night as He sang over her and carried her as they danced.