He is Risen

And Abba cried,

"...Arise, my darling, my beautiful one,

And come along.

'For behold, the winter is past,

The rain is over and gone.

'The flowers have already appeared in the land;

The time has arrived for pruning the vines,

And the voice of the turtledove

has been heard in our land.

'The fig tree has ripened its figs,

And the vines in blossom have given

forth their fragrance.

Arise, my darling,

my beautiful one..." (Song of Solomon 2:11-14)

Connie