Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Presence past

So far gone, I can't even reach out
Oh, to touch You, to feel You, to know You!
If I go where You have gone,
Follow where Your foot has trod-
To be in Your presence past!
Even in this will I not know you at last?
For where You have been there's still a glimpse left,
An aroma of hope lingers at best.
And though a glimpse is all I am looking for,
I want all of you and MORE1

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