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Lectio + Haiku -- May 2007
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Haiku
Leave the hearthside now.
Sun and Love are both abroad -
the Mountains need us.
--
Brad, Port Townsend
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Beloved, take me
to the wilderness, take me
up the mountain road.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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A peach tree blossom
flutters in response to wind
on which the bee floats.
--
Greg, Seattle
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When the day exhales,
cleft rock relaxes shadows
to the covert night. --
Greg, Seattle |
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Honeysuckle vines
in new leaf bring back the
sweetness of new love.
-- Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Scripture
For the lusty month of May,
a portion of Solomon’s Song of
Songs.
Song of Solomon 2: 8 – 17
The voice of my beloved!
Look, he comes,
leaping upon the mountains,
bounding over the hills.
My beloved is like a gazelle
or a young stag.
Look, there he stands
behind our wall,
gazing in at the windows,
looking through the lattice.
My beloved speaks and says to me:
“Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away;
for now the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.
The fig tree puts forth its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.
Arise, my love, my fair one,
and come away.
O my dove, in the clefts of the rock,
in the covert of the cliff,
let me see your face,
let me hear your voice;
for your voice is sweet,
and your face is lovely.
Catch us the foxes,
the little foxes,
that ruin the vineyards--
for our vineyards are in blossom.”
My beloved is mine and I am his;
he pastures his flock among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
turn, my beloved, be like a gazelle
or a young stag on the cleft mountains.
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