Because behold, the winter passed, the rain moved, the rain left; 12 The flowers have been shown in the earth, The hour of singing has come, And in our country the voice of the turtledove has been heard. Songs 2: 11-12 Reina-Valera 1960 (RVR1960)

The wise Solomon said: "For behold, the winter is past."

Winter is a very rainy time of the year, although it is true that it is a great benefit for the earth, so that it produces food for humanity, it is also true that it is a time of crisis, floods, storms and hurricanes. that cause devastation in some regions and populations. Undoubtedly, it is a time that generates great anguish due to the magnitude of the problems that are unleashed by the many torrential waters that fall on the earth.

However, says Solomon, "that winter is over."

Sometimes we wonder when will pass the winter of difficult situations that we have had to live, when will pass this time of anguish unleashed on humanity, due to "Covid-19". We are all waiting for a better season, we are waiting for a season where the flowers of the earth are shown, a time where hope, laughter, tenderness, family reunion and social coexistence sprout. We look forward to that great season, in which Solomon also says, "The time for singing has come." We hope for a new song that will be heard in all the countries of the earth, a song of joy and not sadness, a song that unites humanity and does not continue to divide it, a song that preaches love between peoples and not a Song that drives hatred.

We look forward to that longed-for time of the song. We look forward to a new season for humanity. We look forward to a new season for my country, for your country and for all nations.

We look forward to that glorious time, when we can say: "The days of anguish are over, now I can eat and enjoy God's good for my life."

May the song of the turtledove be heard, may its voice be heard throughout my country, may its song be heard for a rebirth of life, hope and love in my nation.

The time of the song has come. A new season of the year has arrived. The rejuvenation of my wings has arrived to fly as high as hope flies in times of love.

The time is coming and coming. Winter has passed. The blossoming hope of a new song for humanity is coming.