Forest Glen
The
bed we share is in a forest glen.
As
I gaze up I see the mighty trees—
the
cedar and the fir of field and fen.
I
trust him so, entirely at ease.
I
am a rose of Sharon, chaste and pure,
a
lily of the valley, wholly white.
With
his strong arms around me, I’m secure.
To
sit beside my friend is my delight.
I
faint with love when he caresses me.
His
banner o’er my head proclaims his love.
He
cares for me and treasures perfectly
my
heart and soul, to him a gentle dove.
Feed me with raisins, O my dearest one,
and with fresh apples ripened in the sun.
Feed me with raisins, O my dearest one,
and with fresh apples ripened in the sun.
(Ch. 1:17-2-6)
Dedicated to Sarah and Reuben, Sept. 29, 2018
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| Coniferous Forest, Sunny Day, Ivan Shishkin, 1895 |
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