To Jesus on the Feast of His Resurrection
Longing, longing for You
my Beautiful One,
yet not ready for our
Face to face encounter.
I have only just begun
to love You.
This time on earth is
so precious.
Aching for You,
yet delighting in
Seeking
Your Hidden Presence
Weary of suffering,
but treasuring the privilege
of offering it all up to You,
in total trust of
Your Faithfulness
Your Goodness
Your Love.
It seems all I have
to give You.
And what shall I do
when it all comes to an end –
this life in the darkness?
Ah, but I know the answer:
It is to trust again
that You Yourself
will choose
the perfect moment of our meeting,
when all will be prepared
and all will be well.
At last I shall behold
the Beauty
that I have long known
in shadows,
and which has so
enraptured my heart.
To encounter You in Glory
Your Face unveiled at last-
Kneeling in Your splendor
will be
Easter morning eternally.