after Song of Songs
O you who linger in the garden,
a lover is listening; let Me hear your voice.
The first time I created you,
we were alone together
in My garden
I separated light from darkness
sea from sky, and sky from the branches
who reach for her
But when I created you,
we were One.
Like an apple tree among trees of the forest, so is My beloved among the youths. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to My mouth.
Oh how you longed for My fruit
when it was forbidden
Now I long for you
And I must seek you
wherever you roam.
“I must rise and roam the town, Through the streets and through the squares; I must seek the one I love.” I sought but found him not.
I sent you away from My garden
separating one from One
I have followed you ever since
across the sea and through the wilderness
into the Land that I have shown you
into The Place you did not know
“Whither has Your beloved gone, O Fairest Of Women?
Whither has Your beloved turned? Let us seek him with You.”
My love for you is boundless
You who return My love and you who turn from Me
You who struggle, and you who draw near
You who doubt, and you who dream
all of you are part of Me.
I opened the door for my beloved, But my beloved had turned and gone.
You wrote your love for Me
on the doorposts of your house
and then you closed the door behind you
I sought, but found him not; I called, but he did not answer.
When you call out to Me from your narrow place
I will always answer, even if you cannot hear Me
My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to pick lilies.
Our love began in a garden
It will grow there too
You’ll find Me among the lilies
waiting, always, to love you.
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