us go early to the vineyards to see if the vines have budded, if their blossoms
have opened, and if the pomegranates are in bloom— there I will give you my
~Song of Songs 7: 11 -13
I know where a pomegranate tree grows. . . in a walled garden above
the dark green waters of a canal.
In late summer, the pomegranate grows heavy beneath its canopy of curved leaves, falling from the green nailed clasp to mulched bed below. . .
and something ancient in the pomegranate sings her song to me in this garden. . .
Her image sings in the embroidered borders of the priest’s robes (Exodus 28: 33 – 34) .
She sings in the arms of Israelites returning to Moses with fruit from the land of Eshkol, edge of the Promised Land (Numbers 13:23).
She sings the song of the Promised Land, "a land with streams and pools of water, with springs flowing in the valleys and hills; a land with wheat and barley, vines and fig trees, pomegranates, olive oil, and honey" (Deuteronomy 8: 7 -9).
King Solomon lifted her to sing in the carvings on the capitals of the pillars of the Temple (1 Kings 7: 18,20).
She was a gift sung by the King to his Beloved (Song of Songs 8:2).
And i stand in this garden once again and listen to her tune this sweet morning in August, a tune about Deliverance not only From but Deliverance To, about Wisdom, Maturity, and Love. And i will reach up and lay hold of the Promises in the song . . .for me. . .my daughters. . .my sisters. . .my nieces. . .for you, my friend. . .