Of Beauty & Consolation

Let My Beloved Come

My yoke is easy and My burden is light,
sorrow and sighing flee away, for the day breaks forth in delight
Behold the wonder of these things,
can your vessel contain its majestic truth, that it brings?

Oh, come wind and blow upon
My Bride and I, two as one !
Her love is pure and her eye is upon Me,
she is breath-taking and full of splendour, there is no spot in thee

Oh, the glory and the joy upon My heart,
I long so greatly to hold her closer and not apart
You shall sit at our feet and be fed by our hand,
My Love, you will come away with Me, as you ascend

Your lips, oh My spouse, drip as the honeycomb,
honey and milk are under your tongue
A spring shut up, a fountain sealed,
a garden enclosed is My sister, with pleasant fruits in the field

Fragrant trees of frankincense,
myrrh and aloes so intense
Awake oh north wind, and come oh south,
blow upon My garden, by the word of My mouth

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