Call to Her

He knew the path to be long
The road to be dark.
She is made as a helper
and not meant to make
her trip alone.

Alone where she can only hear her own thoughts.
Alone because her Lord's home is still a distance off.
Alone but still walking, knowing he is there at the end.

Her cloths are worn through trial
and face darkened by tribulation
but her eyes are bright with a light
held for her beloved.

Shall he send an angel to sing her along,
to lift her head when it falls
hold her hand when the perils are too high
Shall he speak in the still of silence?

Will there be another one along the way,
to stay the road with her
Oh perhaps for awhile?

Lord keep her eyes bright
Send forth your light
Fill the sky with sight
Let there be no more night

How long oh Lord!
Beloved, whisper your words in her ear,
call to her from your Mountain.
Remind her what she if fighting for,
Give her a scent of home.

Call to her

"Rise up, My love, My beautiful one, and come away.
SoFor lo, the winter is past, the rain is over; it goes to itself.
the flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land;
the fig tree puts forth her green figs,
Arise, My love, My beautiful one, and come away."