times/seasons

there are times when you desire the hand of God, and not just his Face.
how lovely is your face!
I have found no imperfection.
but I desire more.
I desire to have you hold me, touch me, kiss me.
your face is veiled, and mine is burned.
flames came out from your mouth and consumed my countenance.
I was not angry, but I wept for days.
do you see that?
if I am longing for your hand, it is to cover me from your face.
I am not yet ready to die.