“Where are you hiding” the Lord enquires of Adam and Eve.
They answered, “We heard the sound of You walking in
the garden in the cool of the day”.
“But where were you hiding”? “We hid among the trees”, they said.
“And why were you hiding”? “Because we were afraid,” they answered…
“Come then, my love, my lovely one, come
My dove, hiding in the clefts of the rock,
in the coverts of the cliff, show me your face,
let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet
and your face is beautiful.” (From The Song of Songs)
Where are YOU hiding? – where am I hiding?
The question hangs over each of us – behind a wall of possessions,
lost in busyness, drowned in work.
Why am I hiding? – because beneath these covers, I am naked and afraid.
And the Lord says, “Come then my love, my lovely one, come
For winter is past,
the rains are over and gone.
The flowers appear on the earth…
the cooing of the dove is heard in our land.
The fig tree is forming its first figs
and the blossoming vines give out their fragrance.
Come then my lovely one, come…..
Out of your hiding….”