To Gaze Upon God

Wherefrom does this throbbing longing arise?

This ceaseless ache to pierce behind the veil?

Wherein is this soulish thirst realized?

What may this restless, searching heart curtail?

Might it lead to wealth, women, yea, the world?

Not to, but through, sayeth Solomon the sage

Hark, too, his child: Boethius unfurled

The wisdom that none here calms the heart’s rage

“Restlessness persists ‘til we rest in you”

St. Augustine revealed the mystery

We long until all things might be renewed

And all desires meet in ageless Beauty

To gaze upon God from whom all good spreads

Worship rushes where knowledge fears to tread

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