With naked longing and urgent desire,
The hungry lovers steal.
Ravishing where the flock devours the pasture,
And the table awaits the feast.
Caressing on rock cliffs,
Embracing in city streets.
Insatiable in gardens, orchards, and vineyards,
They purloin fruit sweet with ripeness
and moments dripping with Myrrh.
- What do you remember about the Song of Songs?
- What is a time from your life that was a “moment dripping with myrrh?”