Love untold, so bold, not cold;
Dream desire of my soul.
Arms strong, I belong, nothing wrong;
Passionately crave the whole.
Eyes aflame, no blame, no shame;
Deep longing of my heart.
Nectars flow, not slow, from below;
To be fully fed, not in part.
Veil opening, divine parting, inviting
Desperate hunger to be filled.
Sweet scent, holy mint, lover’s tent;
My crying spirit will be thrilled.
Your channel is an orchard of pomegranates with all choicest fruits, henna with nard, nard and saffron, calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense, myrrh and aloes, with all chief spices — a garden fountain, a well of living water, and flowing streams from Lebanon. Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind! Blow upon my garden that its fragrance may be wafted abroad. Let my beloved come to his garden, and eat its choicest fruits. (Song of Solomon 4. 13 – 16 NRSV)
Note: This poem was really inspired by the whole of the Song of Songs (or Song of Solomon), as well as other portions of Holy Scripture, so it seems appropriate to mention that down through the ages, the Church (universal) has not only viewed the Song of Solomon as an extraordinarily beautiful, divinely inspired picture of passionate love between man and woman, which of course it is, but also as an iconic representation of the love relationship between Christ Jesus and His Bride, the Church. If you did not know this before, perhaps you will be inspired now to prayerfully re-read the Song of Songs with the intimate knowledge that you are His beloved! God bless you in Christ Jesus our Lord. Amen.