Keep Your Face Upturned

Keep your face upturned,
looking for Him,
looking to Him,
looking at,
Your Beloved.

For once you have seen Him,
your eyes become one-track,
unable to be turned aside,
your head rubber-necking
God's every move.

Son-burnt and God-smacked,
You are now a melted ruin
for anything but Him.

Blessedly so.
Once you have seen Him,
Your eyes have that ever-distant mistiness
Your soul devastated, undone, healed
by
one glimpse of His ravaging, ravishing
beauty.
Now wonder people ask,
"Whatever happened to ....?"

Until He return and
Kiss you again
Keep your face turned upward,
looking for Him,
looking to Him,
looking at Him,

You know you cannot do otherwise.



...which made me think of this great
classic by John Donne:


Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you
As yet but knock, breathe, shine,
and seek to mend;
That I may rise and stand,o’erthrow me, and bend
Your force to break, blow, burn and make me new,
I, like an usurped town, to another due,
Labor to admit you, but O, to no end;
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betrothed into your enemy,
Divorce me, untie or break that knot again;
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor chaste, except you ravish me.

John Donne
spiritual poetry