Tag: Song of Songs

I sit, finally, in our garden with him, whom my soul loves; we have climbed mountains and searched valleys; we have run through the glen, both of us, in our separate ways; we have cried out with longing and with faith. The day has cooled and the shadows vanished – my lover and I sit…

Wait until love is ready – do not stir, or awaken love until it is time, Daughters of Now. For mine is a lover of ages; he is a man from the beginning of Time through the end of Time, and my call is one of patience. I will wait to stir until my love…

I look for you but do not see; the pounding of my heavy footfall does nothing to draw you close; instead, you fly like the blue jay from the branch as I watch from below, standing, waiting. I search, backtracking, trying to erase the frightening sound, but you are already far off over the mountain.…