Summer Morning of July, Twenty Twenty One,
Delightfully feminine as you sing,
Daughter of the ones from the Eurasian Steppes,
That’s what you remind and mean to me,
You, with a charming smile without the ring.
How beautiful this cute sister’s voice is,
As she sings about love, moonlight kisses,
In this restless world, ending before it begins?
Is that how your loyal love is, for the Eternal King,
You, cute petite without the ring?
In this generation surrounded by lies,
Have you a burning desire to find the surreal,
The call to the Invisible Eternal realm,
Light and Truth beyond what one feel,
Sustained faithful love throughout the ordeal?
The pursuit: Who can find a True Rose,
From amongst the dispersed of Israel,
With a burning fire hotter than hell,
Loyal to the Covenants of YHWH?
Lucky Son, indeed, but non luckier than her.
A Daughter who finds a Loyal Son of YHWH,
One with the heart of a king,
She’s luckier than all from her generation.
To share on his journey toward Revelation,
To stand at the end with the King of all Nations.
Summer Morning of July, Twenty Twenty One,
Thank you for sharing your gift with the world.
Delightful, feminine, cute petite without the ring,
You make the earthly side of reality a little brighter,
With every beautiful song that you sing.
GCCR | DCCK | Summer Morning, July 1, 2021
“… How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice! …” Songs of King Solomon | Chapter 4
