The north winds pushed hard against me, chilling and hurting my exposed face. It was difficult to focus my eyes upon the promises, but determinedly I looked into them once more. I wandered my hidden garden, seeing plants yet to bloom. Their buds were still in protective coverings of branches, bushes and soils. I walked the generous grounds being careful not to step too quickly. I would not overlook any measure of my inheritance. Here and there I stopped to caress the seeds planted from my heart, blowing warm breath upon them. I hummed the song again.
Making my way to the center of this secret place, I came to rest. Lying down, I wrapped myself into the warm folds of His love, waiting. I knew the south winds would come to blow upon my garden; that its spices would flow out. My beloved would come to His garden and eat its pleasant fruits.