longings
The seraphim cover their eyes.
I wonder – do they peek
between their bony fingers
stripped lean for flight?
And Moses the cleft conceals
yet you can see, his feet,
as breathless, he waits
while You walk by.
My heart sighs
neither, then, should I
surely – neither should I.
But oh, the longing is there
whispered …
Oh, God, I would love
to ‘see’ your face..
even a trace, fingered blind.
You replied.
jfig 1/19
photo 1/24/2019 Whatcom County, WA
Roasted Words 
Opened your blog post to “longings” this morning. I am touched, deeply touched. I shall be longing and looking for God’s replies today in the company of angels and Moses and you…thank you!
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Thank you. It feels lovely to have your company.
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