Coram deo

a sound,
no, a voice.
hesitant,
there is no voice for me.

a voice calling,
yes, I hear,
and my heart responds,
betraying my feet.

behind the sound,
beyond the voice,
wait, be silent.
His eye

for me,
toward me,
light flows out, not in.
capturing me;

ah,
behind the eye,
adjusting to the light,
His face.

for me,
toward me,
capturing me;
grace in a smile.

the sound of beating,
behind His face, His heart.
the voice first heard
His love is complete.