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Lectio + Haiku -- June 2007
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Haiku
They sat apart, lost
in each other's eyes and smiles,
heart ravishing heart.
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Brad, Port Townsend
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Her beauty led me
into love, and now that love
informs her beauty.
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Brad, Port Townsend
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Crimson thirst splits a
Sweet crush of watermelon
Held by the green rind.
--
Greg, Seattle
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Teeth, hard consonants,
And breath a feast of vowels,
Frankincense and myrrh.
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Greg, Seattle
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To drop the veil and
bare the heart -- what bliss! And then
to raise it again.
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Margaret, In the Courtyard
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Scripture
On this page last month, the
Bride sang to her Bridegroom. For June, the month of weddings,
it seems only fair to let the Bridegroom respond.
Song of Solomon 4: 1-7, 9
How beautiful you are, my love,
how very beautiful!
Your eyes are doves
behind your veil.
Your hair is like a flock of goats,
moving down the slopes of Gilead.
Your teeth are like a flock of shorn ewes
that have come up from the washing,
all of which bear twins,
and not one among them is bereaved.
Your lips are like a crimson thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate
behind your veil.
Your neck is like the tower of David,
built in courses;
on it hang a thousand bucklers,
all of them shields of warriors.
Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle,
that feed among the lilies.
Until the day breathes
and the shadows flee,
I will hasten to the mountain of myrrh
and the hill of frankincense.
You are altogether beautiful, my love;
there is no flaw in you.
…
You have ravished my heart, my sister, my
bride,
you have ravished my heart with a glance
of your eyes,
with one jewel of your necklace.
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