Wild flowers bathe in beams of light on the forest floor.
Happy Saint Valentine’s Day!
Look! Here he comes,
leaping across the mountains,
bounding over the hills…
My lover spoke and said to me,
“Arise, my darling,
my beautiful one, and come with me.
See! The winter is past;
the rains are over and gone.
Flowers appear on the earth;
the season of singing has come,
the cooing of doves
is heard in our land.
The fig tree forms its early fruit;
the blossoming vines spread their fragrance.
Arise, come, my darling;
my beautiful one, come with me.”
— Song of Solomon 2:8-13.
So also, the Lord will one day come for the Church: His Bride.
Jesus, Thy Church with longing eyes
For Thine expected coming waits.
When will the promised light arise
And glory beam from Zion’s gates?
E’en now, when tempests round us fall
And wintry clouds o’ercast the sky,
Thy words with pleasure we recall
And deem that our redemption’s nigh.
— “Jesus, Thy Church with Longing Eyes,” The Lutheran Hymnal 64:1-2.