music video – The Song of Songs

The Fellowship of Dove Eyes – Song 1:15

Pamela — Mon, 06 Jul 2020 15:30:40 +0000

Blossoms are appearing! The season of songbirds has come, and the cooing of doves is being heard in the land. Song 2:12 My family used to raise doves, and sell the babies to pet stores. It was fairly easy, since they mated for life. And mated a lot! In fact, that is one of the unique things above doves. When our doves weren’t eating or sleeping, they were preening and loving on each other. The male constantly did a courtship dance, too. "Coo-Coo-Wah," (with head bow) and he'd repeat it over and over until his female was finally receptive to him...

No More Artificial Flowers!

Pamela — Thu, 06 Feb 2020 15:03:21 +0000

Do you know the song Artificial Flowers by Bobby Darin? It’s about an orphan girl forced to make paper decorations for rich women’s hats. She dies and finds out that God has a special garden just for her, with real flowers she doesn’t have to abrade her little fingers on. This touching song was shared with me several years ago, and then recalled this week when reflecting on the Shulamite’s story. I've also been thinking about my own past and wondering what to share about it. We all have them, I know: stories of abuse, regrets, or both. The Shulamite woman talks about hers briefly, because she has moved on. ❀∙❀∙❀ 🥀 ... One of the things I'd like to mention is ...

The Fellowship of Dove Eyes (Song 1:15)

Pamela — Sun, 09 Mar 2014 14:03:08 +0000

Blossoms are appearing! The season of songbirds has come, and the cooing of doves is being heard in the land. Song 2:12

My family used to raise doves. Just a pair of them, in a cage. A special trait about them is their loyalty for life, and their focus. When our doves weren’t eating or …

The Impatient Patience of Love (An Intro to Song 1:7)

Pamela — Wed, 01 Jan 2014 02:25:23 +0000

"I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; Of squeezing it into little inkdrops and posting it. And I scald alone, here, under the fire of the great moon."

Being in love and in a wilderness - is there any more wrenching place to be?