"My
beloved calls to me, “Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful
one. For now the winter is past; the rain is
over and gone. The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the
season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our
land"(Cant2: 10-12).…
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And the flowers beamed
in the countryside...
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Sin is given many different names in accordance with
its different effects. It is called winter, rain, drops-each name suggesting a
different sort of temptation. In wintertime everything that is lovely withers
away. All the leaves, which are the natural crown of the beauty of the trees,
fall from the branches and are mingled with earth. The song of the birds is
silent, the nightingale flies away, the swallow sleeps, and the dove leaves its
nest.
Everything imitates the oppression of death. The
blossom perishes; the grass dies; the branches are stripped of their leaves
like bones of their flesh, and what was once lovely flower and leaf is now an
ugly spectacle.


