Hope is coming to the longing heart
Song of Songs 2: 8-13
8 Listen! My beloved!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
9 My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag.
Look! There he stands behind our wall,
gazing through the windows,
peering through the lattice.
10 My beloved spoke and said to me,
‘Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, come with me.
11 See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
12 Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
13 The fig-tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.’
“I know why the caged bird sings” was the title of the biography of Maya Angelou, the African American poet and author. The documentary film of her life was called “And still I rise”. Her consistent message was one of hope-inspired resilience: “A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song.”
God of hope,
As songs of praise rise in worship
Across our land,
Release in us a new song
In the light
Of life’s innumerable blessings;
And of defiant hope
In the face of
Life’s unanswered questions. AMEN.