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A Christmas Eve Reflection | #ADVENT2025 “Christmas isn’t safe. It’s good.”— S. D. Smith Tonight, we stand at the edge of a manger. We sing of peace on earth and silent nights, but if we’re listening carefully, we can hear another sound behind the carols: a battle cry. The cry of a newborn King, invading
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The Longing for Open Union “If only you were like a brother to meWho nursed at my mother’s breasts.If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you;No one would blame me either. I would lead you and bring youInto the house of my mother, who used to teach me;I would give you spiced wine to
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The Bridegroom’s Delight “How beautiful are your feet in sandals,You daughter of a prince!The curves of your hips are like jewels,The work of the hands of an artist. Your navel is a round gobletThat never lacks mixed wine;Your belly is like a heap of wheat,Surrounded by lilies. Your two breasts are like two fawns,Twins of
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The Daughters Ask “Where has your beloved gone,You most beautiful among women?Where has your beloved turned,So that we may seek him with you?” The Bride Answers “My beloved has gone down to his garden,To the beds of balsam,To pasture his flock in the gardensAnd gather lilies. I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine,He
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The Banquet of Love “I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride;I have gathered my myrrh along with my balsam.I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;I have drunk my wine and my milk.” “Eat, friends; drink, and drink deeply, lovers.” The Beloved’s Withdrawal I was asleep, but my heart was awake.A voice!
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The Bride’s Beauty Praised “How beautiful you are, my darling,How beautiful you are!Your eyes are like doves behind your veil;Your hair is like a flock of goatsThat have descended from Mount Gilead. Your teeth are like a flock of newly shorn sheepWhich have come up from their watering place,All of which bear twins,And not one
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The Longing in the Night On my bed night after night I sought himWhom my soul loves;I sought him but did not find him. I must arise now and go around in the city;In the streets and in the public squaresI must seek him whom my soul loves. I sought him but did not find
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