Face Love

I sense God’s face is right before me now,
a look of love that I will never leave,
in mystery drawn it draws me on somehow,
in wondrous ways I now cannot conceive.

His eyes of love on me keep on their gaze,
my zigzag path He easy finds to follow,
His penetrating glance lasts all my days,
for, oh! He holds me hard in His hand’s hollow.

My deer-in-headlights soul stands still to stare
at sorrow mine and mercy His combined,
between us a telepathy of prayer,
with unmixed messages of love divined.

By now, O Lord of love, I know my place--
to ever face and love Your loving face.

                    by Pete Voelz      11/21/13