“Wake up, my love, my companion,
And come away!
Come winter is over now,
The rains are done,
Wildflowers cover the fields.
Now is the time of the nightingale.
In every meadow you hear the song of the turtle dove.
The fig tree has sweetened
Its new green fruit
And the young budded vines smell spicy.
Wake up my love, my companion,
And come away.”
This excerpt from Song of Songs (translation by Chana Bloch) paints a vivid picture of the view I see. And come away these companions do, lovers young and old, to stand beneath the Huppah and consecrate themselves to each other and to God. They come to the Central Coast, to the striking coastline of Big Sur, to the beachy settings of Pismo Beach and Cayucos, and to the pastoral vineyards of Paso Robles.
I see all this breathtaking scenery as I stand under the Huppah but the view of the faces and tear filled eyes expressing love and hope and promise for the future, that is the view that takes my breath away.