O God, Your Face is Beautiful to Me!

Why are poems (with bits of free verse) coming one after the other to me in the last 24 hours?

This one started in the middle of my early morning--after a rough night. 

Your Face is Beautiful to Me

 

O God, Your face is beautiful to me

Although with feeble eyes, it's One I cannot see.

Unseen, yet loved, encased in mystery,

My God of love, Your face

is beautiful to me.

 I stand at kitchen window, seeing naught

But You--

The view

Is hidden from my eyes of flesh and not

one I can describe

to any tongue or tribe

Except for this one thing-- 

My heart takes wing

From flesh and earth and dust

When once I see with trust

The look upon Your face, the smile,

That gives me strength to trudge a mile 

Footsore and raw

With every flaw,

Inspired, though, by what I saw

A moment ago

By my window.