You have ravished my heart, my sister, my bride, you have ravished my heart with a glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How sweet is your love, my sister, my bride! Song of Songs 4:9,10
Out in my Secret Place today, the whole landscape is wet... crystal drops poised on every surface, the whole world contained therein. Water drips, slides down branches in unrestrained play. The tree trunks are darker, the ivy greener, the bud tips brighter in this rain.
One raindrop, large raindrop, "plops" into my red tea— a promise, perhaps, of cleansing, of renewal? Drink this cup, said He.
The pine needles are hundreds of lady's fingers, hanging with new-bought diamonds, life contained therein. Look here, the needles wave to the ivy. Look here, at what my beloved has given. A gift come down, bestowed by tears. Heaven's groom, who wept for me.
Easter Egg watercolor, by Sara. And another freewriting from yours truly, L.L.