"My beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies." (Song of Songs 6:2)
The bride knows where her beloved has gone: my beloved has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine; he browses among the lilies. The beloved praises her: you are beautiful, my darling, as Tirzah, lovely as Jerusalem, majestic as troops with banners. Turn your eyes from me - they overwhelm me! Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Gilead. Who is this that appears like the dawn, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, majestic as troops with banners? The daughters of the king are as numerous as sixty queens and eighty concubines - but my dove, my perfect one, is unique. The young women praised her; queens and concubines sang her praises.
The Catechism identifies the garden as the recurring figure of the covenant place of encounter: Eden was a garden; Gethsemane was a garden; the resurrection appeared in a garden; the Song meets the beloved in the garden of spices (CCC 2723).
Brothers and sisters, the garden is the place of encounter with the beloved. Prayer is the garden where we go to find God browsing among the lilies. The question my dove, my perfect one - where is she? is answered by the bride who is already there. Be in the garden when the beloved comes to browse. Be there regularly enough that he knows where to find you.
Lord God, draw us to the garden of prayer where you browse among the lilies of your people. Let us be found there when you come. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.