Song of Solomon 6:5-7 “Thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead. Thy teeth are as a flock of sheep which go up from the washing, whereof every one beareth twins, and there is not one barren among them. As a piece of a pomegranate are thy temples within thy locks.” Although the bride’s eyes have gone from “cooing” to “overcoming,” her hair has remained the same. In fact, the husband’s description of his beloved’s hair, teeth, and temples are almost exact reiterations of his former similes. Why the repetition?
There are several wonderful possibilities. The first is that the husband’s restatement is a blessed evidence that time had not made his wife any less pleasing to him physically. Although their relationship had deepened and his response to her had become even more profound—as reflected in the effect of her gaze—the physical attributes which had initially drawn him…still drew him! Time had not robbed him of the joy he found in her presence. As he visually drank in her beauty, he remembered that she was still the same girl he had loved and married. Why the same compliments as he showered on her when he first married her? Because he still found her beautiful, and beautiful in many of the same ways.
There are some things that just never grow old…how God paints the evening sky when the sun falls to sleep at night…the dancing flames in a glowing fireplace…the mesmerizing lullaby of ocean waves rolling onto shore…these are a few of my favorite things. Looking into the face of a beloved person is also one of those things. What enchants us as children will usually continue to delight us throughout our life. What we find charming at twenty will likely still charm us at sixty.
Tell me, do you still find your spouse beautiful? If you love her/him, you will. It’s funny, but I’ve found something happening within me that I never dreamed would happen when I was young. When I was a girl, I never knew that people could actually find grey hair attractive. I remember my mother saying, “Don’t you think your father looks distinguished with grey hair?” I thought my father was handsome, and he looked okay with grey hair, but it wasn’t really that I thought grey hair was attractive per se, it was just that it looked appropriate on my father, who was “getting old anyway.” I could not have guessed that grey hair would ever be “attractive” to me (in the sense of one human being attracting another human physically). But, as my husband’s lovely frame of dark, gently curling hair has become peppered with salt…and is now turning silver, I find that mysteriously…I actually like grey hair! All of a sudden I noticed that the hair isn’t actually grey, it’s rather a mix of some black and some white strands, and the white strands glisten almost like snow.
White hair is beautiful…haven’t you ever noticed? Why did anyone ever think black hair was intrinsically more beautiful than white? Doesn’t it say that the hair of the Ancient of Days is as white as snow? Could it be that the hair on the king’s beloved now looks like a flock of white goats streaming down the sides of Mount Gilead? Wouldn’t her long tresses, still glistening in the light, be just as beautiful?…and her teeth, and the curve of her cheek? Does it matter if the blush comes from deep underneath the skin…or rests lightly on the surface? And, the fine lines around her eyes…those aren’t really “wrinkles,” they’re just “laugh lines” from all the times she’s laughed with you. Isn’t her smile just as joyous and lovely? Her laughter as delightful? Her ways as pleasing? Perhaps even more so! Is it possible that her husband found her a delight in her youth, but now he is moved even more deeply by her…because now he loves her even more deeply?