#song of songs

I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." I have put off my coat; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I defile them? My beloved put in his hand by the hole of the door, and my bowels were moved for him. I rose up to open to my beloved; and my hands dropped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock. I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone: my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called him, but he gave me no answer. The watchmen that went about the city found me, they smote me, they wounded me; the keepers of the walls took away my veil from me. I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if ye find my beloved, that ye tell him, that I am sick of love. - Song of Songs, 5:2-8, The Bible Poet, King James translation

The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out, you left me in the dark; no dawn, no day, I’m always in the twilight of the shadow of your heart. - Florence and the Machine, "Cosmic Love”

I am a rose of Sharon, A lily of the valleys.
Like a lily among thorns, So is my darling among the maidens.
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(at Manhattan, New York)

The One whom my soul adores,

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NORTHERN LIGHTS

Sjaella performs ‘Northern Lights’ by Ola Gjeilo in Philippus Church in Leipzig.

Text from Song of Solomon:

Pulchra es amica mea,
suavis et decora filia Jerusalem,
Pulchra es amica mea,
suavis et decora sicut Jerusalem,
terribilis ut castrorum acies ordinata.
Averte occulos tuos a me
quia ipsi me avolare fecerunt.

Thou art beautiful, O my love,
sweet and beautiful daughter of Jerusalem,
Thou art beautiful, O my love,
sweet and comely as Jerusalem,
terrible as an army set in array.
Turn away thy eyes from me,
for they have made me flee away.

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While South Dakota is still in the midst of winter’s grip, we’d like to share the promise of Spring.

“Arise, my friend, my beautiful one, and come! For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come, and the song of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines, in bloom, give forth fragrance. Arise, my friend, my beautiful one, and come!” (Song of Songs 2: 10b-13)