**The Song of Love: A Reflection on Song of Solomon 2**
The sun rose gently over the hills of Jerusalem, casting golden rays over the vineyards and orchards that stretched across the land. The air was sweet with the fragrance of blooming flowers—lilies, myrrh, and saffron—dancing on the morning breeze. In the quiet of the dawn, a young woman, the Shulammite, stood in the courtyard of her family’s home, her heart full of longing for her beloved.
She lifted her voice in a tender song, her words flowing like a melody of devotion:
*”I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys.”*
She spoke of herself with humility, comparing herself not to the towering cedars of Lebanon, but to the delicate wildflowers that adorned the meadows—a simple beauty, yet cherished by her beloved.
Then, as if in response to her heart’s cry, she heard his voice, strong and gentle, calling to her:
*”Like a lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.”*
Her beloved saw her not as ordinary, but as rare and exquisite, standing apart from all others. His words wrapped around her heart like a warm embrace, filling her with joy.
She closed her eyes, remembering the times they had walked together through the orchards, where the fig trees budded and the vines blossomed with tender grapes. The memory of his presence was as sweet as the fruit of the land.
*”He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.”*
She recalled the feasts they had shared, where laughter and love flowed freely. His love was not possessive or demanding, but a banner—a declaration of protection, honor, and delight over her.
Yet, even in the sweetness of their love, she felt the ache of separation.
*”I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, by the gazelles or the does of the field, do not stir up nor awaken love until it pleases.”*
She knew that love could not be rushed. It must unfold in its own time, like the petals of a rose opening to the sun.
Then, in the stillness of her heart, she heard him again—his voice like the whisper of the wind through the trees:
*”My beloved is mine, and I am his. He feeds his flock among the lilies.”*
Her beloved was a shepherd, strong yet tender, caring for his flock with devotion. Even when duty called him away, she knew his heart remained with her.
As the day faded into evening, she stood beneath the lattice of her window, watching the shadows lengthen across the hills. Suddenly, she saw him—her beloved, leaping upon the mountains, bounding over the hills like a gazelle, swift and sure.
He stood outside her wall, gazing through the lattice, his eyes alight with love.
*”Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!”*
The winter had passed, the rains were over and gone. The earth burst forth with life—flowers appeared on the land, the time of singing had come, and the voice of the turtledove was heard in the fields.
Her heart quickened at his invitation. The season of waiting was ending; the time of union was near.
*”The fig tree puts forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away!”*
She knew that this was not merely a call to walk among the vineyards, but a summons to deeper intimacy—a love that reflected the very heart of God, pure and everlasting.
With a smile, she stepped forward, ready to follow him into the fullness of love’s embrace.
**The End.**
This story captures the beauty, longing, and devotion found in Song of Solomon 2, portraying the love between the Shulammite and her beloved as a reflection of divine love—patient, pure, and full of delight.
