To the Daughters of Jerusalem

An Open Letter To: The Daughters of Jerusalem.

Song of Songs  5:8

⁸ Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you—
if you find my beloved,
what will you tell him?
Tell him I am faint with love.

When you go in Prayer what do you tell Him?

Do you tell Him I love Him?

But I cannot find Him why does He hide from me?

Where is my beloved should I not ask?

But I will seek Him daily and sit at His feet.

And He promised it will not be taken from me.

Have you chosen me my Beloved?

Or has He chosen you.

I look for my Beloved in the streets

I seek Him in the gates.

But there is no one there.

My kinsmen do not see.

His footsteps in the sands

His hands carrying me.

Shundra L. Moore