- As an apple tree among the trees of the woods,
so is my lover among men.
I delight to rest in his shadow,
and his fruit is sweet to my mouth.
- He brings me into the banquet hall
and his emblem over me is love.
- Strengthen me with raisin cakes,
refresh me with apples,
for I am faint with love.
- His left hand is under my head
and his right arm embraces me.
- I adjure you, daughters of Jerusalem,
by the gazelles and hinds of the field,
Do not arouse, do not stir up love
before its own time.
Suzanne DeWitt Hall's blog highlighting the idea of a theology of desire, featuring the writing of great minds along with her own humble efforts at exploring the hunger for God. (Note: Most of this blog was written under Suzanne's nom de couer "Eva Korban David".)
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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