... look up through shining air and long to see Thee

Do we not hear Thy footfall, O Beloved,

Among the stars on many a moonless night?

Do we not catch the whisper of Thy coming

On winds of dawn, and often in the light

Of noontide and of sunset almost see Thee?

Look up through shining air

And long to see Thee, O Beloved, long to see Thee,

And wonder that Thou art not standing there?

 

(Amy Carmichael)

 

 

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