Tag: Song of Songs

In the spirit of prayer I wait for you in our garden while myriad antagonistic circumstances thwart our reunion; daily toil keeps you in the village, and young garden nymphs conspire to wear me out long before evening. By nightfall the pomegranate halves beneath my veil run pale, and your radiant and ruddy cheeks have…

Time moves and moves – the days do not come just as clouds dotting the sky but as storms and sunshine. Perfection falls away and expectation vanishes – what comes to me now but surprises and gifts? For in the mystery of suffering God’s grace abounds and his love is constant. And so, I do…