Love’s Feast — a poem of joy in abundance

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vited to attend To share in fellowship and feast.Love, You are A blazing flame That cannot be quenched. You turn the waters into wine. Your name is like Sweet honey.מַה־נִּמְלְצ֣וּ לְ֭חִכִּי אִמְרָתֶ֗ךָ מִדְּבַ֥שׁ לְפִֽי׃ ה סַמְּכוּנִי, בָּאֲשִׁישׁוֹת — רַפְּדוּנִי, בַּתַּפּוּחִים: כִּי-חוֹלַת אַהֲבָה, אָנִי.How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! — Psalm 119:103 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. — Song of Solomon 2:5<figure id="7626"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*ejD0IDQ43K1NjiwCtUFmHg.png"><figcaption>Sonnet 47 by Williams Shakespeare — screenshot from <a href="https://nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/47/">https://nosweatshakespeare.com/sonnets/47/</a></figcaption></figure><div id="afe2" class="link-block"> <a href="https://estherspurrilljones.medium.com/list/09471d5a3c95"

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    </div><p id="bc6e"><i>Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian <a href="https://readmedium.com/when-i-call-myself-queer-9ae5312bcbbd">queer</a> <a href="https://readmedium.com/yes-i-am-still-a-christian-79858ded741e">Christian</a> poet, crafting with words to create art and music.</i></p><p id="8179"><i>Enjoy my work? <a href="https://ko-fi.com/estherjones#">Buy me a coffee!</a></i></p></article></body>

A La’libertas inspired by Shakespeare’s Sonnet 47

My heart and soul need nourishment, A feast of joy and love and peace, A loaded table where the seats Are filled with virtues heaven sent.

O Love, You bid me Be your guest; You bring me to Your banquet house, For I am famished.

Your table groans with sundry eats; The air is fragrant with sweet scents; All are invited to attend To share in fellowship and feast.

Love, You are A blazing flame That cannot be quenched. You turn the waters into wine. Your name is like Sweet honey.

מַה־נִּמְלְצ֣וּ לְ֭חִכִּי אִמְרָתֶ֗ךָ מִדְּבַ֥שׁ לְפִֽי׃ ה סַמְּכוּנִי, בָּאֲשִׁישׁוֹת — רַפְּדוּנִי, בַּתַּפּוּחִים: כִּי-חוֹלַת אַהֲבָה, אָנִי.

How sweet are your words to my taste, sweeter than honey to my mouth! — Psalm 119:103 Strengthen me with raisins, refresh me with apples, for I am faint with love. — Song of Solomon 2:5

Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.