Loose Leaf Notes

Song of Solomon 2:10-14

My beloved spake and said unto me, "Rise up, my love, my fair one and come away.

For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over, it is gone.

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing is come, And the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land.

The fig-tree mellowes her winter figs and the vines in bloom give forth their fragrance. Arise, my love, my fair one and come away!

My dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the precipice, let me see your countenance, let me hear your voice, For sweet is your voice and your countenance is lovely!"

I go looking for the like button and there isn't one. Confusing the 2 worlds! But I really do like this.

I took the photo while in a family cemetery at a nearby farm, visiting the sculpture marker of friend's grave made by his son. Mara, who lost her dad recently was with me, and I think it was her who stuck the flower in the marker-like tree stump. I wrote the poem a few years ago and just thought they matched and captured the feeling of that day without directly talking about the experience.

So in a way it's marker for the feeling of that day in the for journal function of my blog.

Loved it and it fits so much of today .....

Very lovely. Hope you're getting along okay without your fellow.

very nice poem, colleen.