Eyes Like Doves and Lovesick

36x48in - Oil on Canvas

Drink and imbibe deeply,

O lovers. I was asleep but my heart was awake.

A voice! My beloved was knocking:

Open to me, my sister, my darling,

My dove, my perfect one!

I arose to open to my beloved;

And my hands dripped with myrrh,

And my fingers with liquid myrrh,

On the handles of the bolt.

I opened to my beloved,

But my beloved had turned away and had gone!

My heart went out to him as he spoke.

I searched for him but I did not find him;

I called him but he did not answer me.

A time had come to go deeper into the journey of my destiny. In my comfort, I hesitated and I felt the absence from the one who had sustained me. He left, and although I searched, I could not find Him. There was a time I had to walk alone in the dark and face my doubts and my deepest fears. I had to overcome the feeling of betrayal.