“Poetry Heals the World Inflicted by Reason.”
—Novalis, Author & Philosopher (1772-1801)
The 14th of February is a Saint’s Holiday and I even though Jewish, like most, indulge in the romanticism of Valentine Day celebration. Gifted trinkets, fine chocolates, candle light intimate dinners and such, plus the sundry of family, friends and children heart day acknowledgements always seductive and great fun. This annual occasion has a peculiar denotation for me … one that I find rather humorous although having developed on account of a serious matter and yet, as with so much in my life, the final outcome was REALLY full of love. Again, as often is the case, I must remain limited in scope shared here but all will REALLY be explained in my memoir, Heiress Mommy … A Modern Super Woman Life!. For now I give you one of my *favorite love inspired poems – dedicated to my husband, Chester Michael Eliasz-Solomon.
THE SONG OF SOLOMON 2:8-16
The voice of my beloved! Behold, he cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills.
My beloved is like a roe or a young hart: behold, he standeth behind our wall, he looketh forth
at the windows, shewing himself through the lattice.
My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land;
The fig tree putteh forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,
let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedth among the lilies.
*Note: This poem is included in a book Selected and Introduction By Caroline Kennedy, The Best Loved Poems of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis. My dear husband gifted me a copy and then I to a few of my special dear gal pals for Holidays 2008 because poetry REALLY does heal and inspires our souls!
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