free
Oh that He would wax, and self,
I,
begin to wane
the night sky speaks.
screams. of things,
imponderable…
I yearn toward comprehension
and; in the yearning
in the aching; stagger closer, nearer … … … and yet
nearer to the Face.
Beloved.
Invisible
incandescent in
breathless; anticipation
that those eyes [ His eyes ]
would turn, turn, turn!
turn their gaze toward
my slithering form
so unworthy, oh so pitiful
yet longing. yet seeking
and in seeking: being found,
[ free ]
Oh that He would wax, and self,
I,
begin to wane
the night sky speaks.
screams. of things,
imponderable…
I yearn toward comprehension
and; in the yearning
in the aching; stagger closer, nearer … … … and yet
nearer to the Face.
Beloved.
Invisible
incandescent in
breathless; anticipation
that those eyes [ His eyes ]
would turn, turn, turn!
turn their gaze toward
my slithering form
so unworthy, oh so pitiful
yet longing. yet seeking
and in seeking: being found,
[ free ]