The voice of the turtle-dove is heard in our land

fr. Luciano Bertazzo

Who hasn't heard the cooing of a turtledove? Especially in the spring time that awakens life and nature. Disturbing for some in the making of dawn, less perhaps for others in that insistent groaning that has ignited poetic fantasies. Last but not least, in its intensity, that love song that is the Song of Songs: “For see, the winter is past, the rains are over and gone.

The flowers appear on the earth, the time of pruning the vines has come, and the song of the turtle-dove is heard in our land. [...] My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the secret recesses of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely” (Song 2:11-12,14).

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