“O MY DOVE”

“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.” Song 2:14

O what a loving introduction, as the Rose of Sharon in a smooth, soothing and tender voice refers to the pilgrim as his dove. O what gracious features have a dove; so gentle, so peaceful, so loving and lovable, so melodious, so harmless, so obedient, so meek, etc. O pilgrim, understand what your lover means when he exclaims, O my dove!

O, how many a times gentle dove is frightened by enemies who think that the Gentle is without protection and thus, can be harmed anytime and anywhere, but the Lover declares; "O my dove, that art in the cleft of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs." O dove, canst thou believe that you have your conditional eternal residential abode in the cleft of the Rock of ages and thus no spiritual missile or physical bullet can touch you? Canst thou believe that thou art in the secret places of the stairs, that stairs which Jacob saw angelic guards descending and ascending and thus, no Satan’s military expert can dare or by mistake come close by? For they understand, that one arch angel shall bind their master, Lucifer. And how can they be able to stand the presence and power of this holy innumerable immortal band of armed winged beings that march up and down the stairs, of which secret places you’re hid, O dove?

O my dove, the Lover, the Rose of Sharon exclaims; your countenance these days doesn’t reveal gentility but a down cast, sorrowful spirit. Therefore, O my dove "let me see thy countenance." O my dove, let me see thy cheerful, happy countenance, though gentle, peaceful and quiet countenance; I perceive the Lover says to this dove, for such activate my bowels of love and my spotless admiration of your beauty, thus, "thy countenance is comely."

O my dove, "let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice"; for such depicts our sweet intercourse. In the morning wake, let me hear thy voice; in the night watch, let me move at the pitch and melody of thy voice, O my nightingale. O the Rose of Sharon is saying; thou hast denied me of the mutual benefits of thy sweet, soothing voice. I no longer hear it; in the Choir of the saints, at the melody of the hymnals and choruses in my holy ambience, in the dews of the morning, in the sunshine at noon, at moonlight of the nights, in the storms and showers. And how should I believe, O my dove, that I shall hear your sweet voice in the Alleluia chorus up in Emmanuel’s land? Though troubled, tried, tempted and taunted; O my dove, your safety is sure for thou art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the stairs, that of the Most high, under the shadow of the Almighty. Therefore, let me see thy countenance, for why would you deny your lover an admiration of thy comely face. O my dove, I am longing to hear thy voice; for if you never knew, know it now, that thy voice is sweet. O my dove, my beloved, Comfort ye, Cheer up and Chorus the Hosanna’s anthem.  

Laetetur! Laetabuntur

MISERICORDIA VOBIS ET PAX, AMEN

MERCY, GRACE AND PEACE BE UNTO YOU, AMEN