for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come. Song of Solomon 2:11-12
For millennia, there’s been debate about whether or not the Song of Solomon should be included in a book of sacred text. I only have to read a couple of lines like those above to answer a resounding “yes.” And not because of the titillating explicit sexual innuendo.
Whether you want to read it as a metaphor for our relationship with Theos, or as a celebration of human love, there’s really no more powerful allegory of the mutuality that binds all of Creation.
I know it isn’t spring, but we can sing any time.
And we should.