Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1940-05-30
Spflf1g,tcie u Spiritual Joy

TN AN exquisite passage in the Song
of Solomon, the 'beloved" sings
Il (2:1O-12): "Rise up, my love, my
fair one, and come away. For, 10, the
winter is past, the rain is over and
gone; the flowers appear on the earth;
The time of the singing of birds is
come" However variously this pas
sage may have been interpreted, we
may perhaps be permitted to see in it,
for us, hint of the call of divine Love
to love in the human heart to awake
from the dream of life in matter, to
see the ever-appearing freshness and
beauty of true being. Among the sea-
sons, each of them bringing it's wealth
of beauty and variety, spring is
thought Of by many, especially by
those who are acquainted with the
rigors of winter, as the season elo-
quently illustrative of the awakening
of new hopes, aspiration, courage, and
inspiration.
Mary Baker Eddy, who was lover
of nature in it's various forms, in
beautiful article, "Voices of Spring."
in Miscellaneous Writings" has writ
ten (p. 329), "Spring is my sweet
heart" using a metaphor which points
to the overwhelming of love, OF
gentleness, tenderness, sympathy; and
she adds that it's "voices are sad or
glad, even as the heart may be; restor-
ing in memory the sweet rhythm Of
unforgotten harmonies, or touching
tenderly it's fearful tones" Thus does
love mingle with love in all the SYM
pathetic interests Of the human experi-
ence. How the ever-recurring express
sion of love, in families and among
friends, sweetens human lives, bright
ening the hearts harmonious medita-
tons! Are they not easily likened to
the return of springtime, after the
long chill of winter? And even in
those climes where summer abides
through most Of the year, the love-
illness Of the verdure only more con-
tinuously reminds one that "fowers
appear on the earth; and the time OF
the singing of birds is come"
So, in our daily experiences, even
though at times there may seem to be
the chilling clouds of depression, the
voice of Love is ever calling to spiritual
sense, "Rise up, my love, my fair one,
and come away" and in obeying the
call we shall "come away" from the
dream of life and intelligence in mat
ter, away from the beliefs of mortal
discords, and see, through enlightened
spiritual vision that "fowers appear
on the earth," that in every experience
we may rejoice in the beauty and the
harmony of the real and eternal.
There is no dearth Of beauty, fresh
ness, and goodness in the reality Of
spiritual being, no lack or loss, no
chilling discords, no absence of Love
and it's loneliness.
If, however, in the dream of mate
rial experience, there seems to be some
reason for sadness, then indeed "the
time of the singing of birds" is come;
then should we lift our hearts in songs
of gratitude for the ever-present har-
mony of real being, of life in infinite
divine Love. =.
How swiftly athe long winter of our
discomfort" melts into the springtide
of joy and gladness, when we obedi-
emily respond to the call of Love, "Rise
up, my love, my fair one," for love, re-
flecting Love, God, is indeed fair and
beautiful, peace-bringing and satisfy
ing! Now, what is one to do about
the difficulties, the wrongs, the sor-
rows, which seem ever to haunt the
footsteps of the human family? In
the article mentioned above, Mrs. Eddy
refers to these things and to the les
sons in spiritual overcoming to be
CLEANED from them, and she asks (Mis-
cellaneous Writings, p. 33D: "When
downtrodden like the grass, did it make
them humble, loving, obedient, full of
good odor, and cause them to wait
patiently on God for mans rich hertz
age,-'dominion over all the earth?
Thus abiding in Truth" she assures us,
"the warmth and sunlight of prayer
and praise and understanding will
ripen the fruits of Spirit, and good
ness will have it's springtide of free
dom and greatness" -.
49,. The Christian Science Monitor.