There’s nothing more important than loving God (Love) with all that you have. The next thing follows from it: loving your neighbor, as yourself.
On this day, some cultures celebrate particular loving relationships. We know that all love is a reflection of divine Love. So, while we know that it’s important to love God, and that doing so will enrich all of our love, I’d like to remind you today that we love because God first loved us. He loves you so much, because you’re so much more wonderful than you yet realize. (Take a second, be honest, and find something good about yourself — such glory God must take in that little facet! And there’s so much more to you.) Because of this well-deserved love, whenever you open to it, He’ll always send the loving Christ-message to you in exactly the way you need to hear.
Anyway, I’d like to share a few excerpts from a long-ish love song with you. It’s been variously interpreted, but a few interpretations are that these excerpts are (metaphors for) God’s love for His chosen people, or the love expressed by Christ for the congregation, or the bridegroom (spiritual understanding) singing to the bride (a pure conception of man). I recommend listening to your own spiritual sense, to suss the inspired word of this beautiful biblical poem. (In particular, parental discretion advised: the love imagery is intimate.)
Arise, my dearest, my beauty,
. and come away with me.
Don’t you see? The winter is done.
. The rains and clouds have come and gone.
The flowers are unfolding in the fields;
. the birds are warming up their songs,
The cooing of the turtledove
. is heard throughout the land.
The fig trees are bringing forth their first fruit,
. and the vines are in blossom, filling the air with their fragrance.
So arise my dearest, my beauty,
. and come away with me. …
Let me hear your beautiful voice,
For it sounds so sweet,
. and your face is so lovely. …
You, my love, are beautiful.
Your eyes are like doves
. nestled behind your veil.
Your hair moves as gracefully as a flock of goats
. leaping down the slopes of Mount Gilead.
Your teeth are pearl white like a flock of sheep shorn,
. fresh up from a wash.
Each perfect and paired with another;
. not one of them is lost.
Your lips are as red as scarlet threads;
. your mouth is beautiful.
Your cheeks rosy and round are beneath your veil,
. like the halves of a pomegranate.
Your neck is elegant like the tower of David,
. perfectly fit stone-by-stone.
There hang a thousand shields,
. the shields of mighty men.
Your breasts are like two fawns,
. twin gazelles grazing in a meadow of lilies.
As the day breathes its morning breeze
. and shadows turn and flee,
I will go up your myrrh mountain
. and climb your frankincense hill.
You are so beautiful, my love,
. without blemish.
Come with me from Lebanon, my bride;
. come with me from Lebanon.
Journey with me from the crest of Amana,
. from the top of Senir even the summit of Hermon,
From the lions’ dangerous den,
. from the mountain hideouts of leopards.
My heart is your captive…
Your feet are so beautiful,
. perfectly fitted in sandals…
Your sculpted thighs are like jewels,
. the work of a master hand.
Your hidden place is open to me like a goblet, perfect and round,
. that never runs dry of blended wine…
Your head is as stately as Mount Carmel;
. your hair shines like a tapestry of royal purple cloth—
. the king is held captive by your locks.
How beautiful you are, my love, and how pleasing
In all your delightful and satisfying ways.
Your stature is as elegant as a date palm tree,
. and your breasts are sweet, attractive, and round like clusters of its fruit.
I say, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like clusters of grapes,
. the fragrance of your mouth like fresh apples,
. and may your kisses satisfy like the best wine.
Happy day of love. Keep loving Love, and let everything follow from that. Love loves you, and you deserve to live in the harmony that comes from being conscious of that love. So let it in, and let it out.
So much good.