Watercolor, ink, paper
“I slept but my heart was awake. Listen! My lover is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”
I have taken off my robe – must I put it on again? I have washed my feet – must I soil them again?”
The Soul rests on roses. Scarlet roses represent God’s love, given to us by grace.
The Beloved does not want to put down her feet and touch the ground where the thorns of problems and concerns await her. But this is the only way she can get the white roses of a holy and transformed character which shows itself only when we take a thorny path of serving our neighbor.
The Lord calls His Bride because He needs Her, His head is all wet with the dew – tears for dying souls that do not know His love. The scarlet sash of the blood of the covenant reminds the Soul of redemption’s high price.