He is not here ...
Did you not know
He must be about His Father's business?
He is not here ...
Why do you look for the living among the dead?
He has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens
and to gather lilies...
My Father is at work until now, so I am at work.
do not awaken or stir up love
until it is ready!
He is not here ...
For Love is strong as Death,
longing is fierce as Sheol.
Its arrows are arrows of fire,
flames of the divine.
He is not here ...
Return, my lover,
be like a gazelle or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices.
Did you not know
He must be about His Father's business?
He is not here ...
Why do you look for the living among the dead?
He has gone down to his garden,
to the beds of spices,
To feed in the gardens
and to gather lilies...
My Father is at work until now, so I am at work.
do not awaken or stir up love
until it is ready!
He is not here ...
For Love is strong as Death,
longing is fierce as Sheol.
Its arrows are arrows of fire,
flames of the divine.
He is not here ...
Return, my lover,
be like a gazelle or a young stag
upon the mountains of spices.
Return!
Deep waters cannot quench love,
nor rivers sweep it away.
Wait ... be stouthearted
and wait for the Lord.
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ReplyDeleteOh no. It is a very old painting.
DeleteHappy Easter Terry and all who visit here.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Wallace.
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