The blossoms emerge in the land , The winter is past and the rains are over , But you are still missing for so long . I linger in the garden , and whisper , Hurry back to me , my beloved .
I wait and wait for the day of your release When you will again be a seal upon my heart When I can cry out to the mountains : Kol Dodi , I hear the voice of my beloved ! Kol Dodi , I embrace all of you , my beloved !
Rabbi Hanna Yerushalmi is a licensed professional counselor and is a writer , teacher , and motivational group leader .
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