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SOLOMON'S SONG - CHAPTER 2
10. My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
11. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone:
12. The flowers appear on the earth: the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
13. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
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2 comments:
Ah love - - the turtle is indeed heard in our land and I have listened closely to the words. How clearly do they sound.
Nothing that comes at the right time for thee is too early or too late for me. Everything is fruit to me that thy seasons bring, O Nature. All things come of thee, have their being in thee, and return to thee.
How lovely is the Marcus Aurelius ~~ nearly as lovely as thee. Soon, surely, soon. . . .♥
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