Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away,
For behold, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone,
The flowers have appeared in the land,
The time has come for pruning the vines,
And the voice of the turtledove has been heard in our land.
The fig tree has ripened its figs,
And the vines in blossom have given forth their fragrance,
Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, and come away!
(Song of Songs 2:10 - 13)
It is time to move on. It had been a season of waiting and learning for me, but now I feel to press on. We hold on to things for a season, then we let go. And now, it is time to leave the old things behind. This blog, the memories that have been inscribed in it, will remain as perhaps reminders, fragments, and perhaps figments of one season of my life. But that season is now over, and a new chapter has begun.
And now, my beloved calls for me. I must move on with Him. It is time to go.
Hurry, my beloved, and lead me on...
...to our secret place...
1 comment:
beautiful poem, Brian..
I do hope that you'll cont to receive many blessings as we walk on the journey with Jesus. Trials, difficulties and temptations may come but i believe that Jesus is there to lead you on!
Do take care always, my friend!
~> Kimberly
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