You are the only One I cannot see—

I’ve searched the faces on my crowded way,

athirst for You—Your arms of flesh—to lay

my head upon. And must it never be?

You go with us, but how invisibly!

I miss Your eyes when I look up to pray

and wonder why You hide them far away.

Such thoughts betray my infamy

for You are near as anyone can be—

and nearer, Giver of sun and rain and snow,

whose fingers shaped, whose whispers woke my soul.

Your hands still tend the beating heart in me.

Such nearness is enough until we know

the truth and beauty of Your Form in whole.