It is a story of human, sexual need and recognition . When I was in parish ministry, I used to speak candidly about my wife being my woman . People who didn't know me didn't like it . They thought I meant it in some possessive sense . They were wrong .
Nobody owns anybody .
They just think they do. Neither do I own my woman. There were times when I despaired of ever finding someone I could call my woman . To find in the arms of another human being that opposite missing part of oneself is what it means to find your man or your woman . I would like to think that at some point in Israel's history some people realized the inherent truth of this most poetic of all stories.