The Veil

The Veil

Sometimes, it seems there is a line

That separates me

 From thinking about God,

To being with God.

Through a gossamer-thin, barely there, veil

He whispers…

Cross over.

And slowly, the idea of who He is

And what He is

Shifts in ripples

Into His being part of me

In me.

His essence, a warm fountain

Enfolding and caressing me

In a love so tender and gentle,

And all encompassing

That my breath becomes his breath,

My heart beats with his heart,

Until I am completely his.