The Splash
Psalm 45: 10-12 + 14 - A song for the wedding of the king
10 Daughter
of the king in your precious jewelery, the wife is at your right,
in the splendor of Ofirgold.
11 Hear,
daughter, look and bow your ear, forget your people and your father's house.
12 The king
demands your beauty; he is your master, throw yourself down before him!
14 All the
glory is within, the daughter of the king, gold-plated is her robe ...
Beloved,
forget your grief, come - dive in!
So the
spirit speaks to the spirit.
A
hesitation, a inhibition - you still do not dare.
What are you
afraid of?
Are you afraid
of the enemy's anger?
But behold,
my darling ....
My darling
overcomes the timidity and dares - and jumps!
Where is my darling
jumping?
He jumps -
the spirit of the beloved - he jumps in.
Into my
spirit, it offers him space and envelops him,
envelops him
in a protective room.
So gentle
the touch.
Spirit and
spirit, they caress each other,
the agony is
over
Arrived, the
number is twelve.
It is a
refreshing bath from two water sources,
cleansing,
fragrant, delicious, refreshing, healing.
O how well
is everyone there, in this place, in this room.
A breeze, a
fragrance from eternity.
Peace - to
the very bottom, so pure, so deep, so clear ...
Now and then
a drop, the rest of a grief on it, falls
and
dissolves in these healing waters.
My darling
and I - one - at this moment is eternity.