My heart is on the search.
Taut cords emerge from intensely outstretched hands.
Yearning for intimacy.
More than the intimacy sought under every rock
As I lick the earth.
Then, my mind’s eye gets a glimpse of You!
In that open space ‘tween Cherubim.
I recognize that Hand on my shoulder.
Taut cords once emerged in outstretched, nailed agony.
Now gathers me in.
Cherubim take flight.