Spring is a never rushed. Tentative and wary of the world, she asks Winter,
“ Is it ok to allow my pink buds to full bloom? ”
Unsure, Winter asks the Sun who looks across the heavens, and in the fullness of God’s divine cycles of life and rebirth, she beams brightly:
For behold, the winter is past; the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land.
Song of Solomon 2:11-12
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Gorgeous and so true- Thank you!
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