God, where are you? . . .
Will I ever find you again?
Sarah where are you?
. . . it's not a stern voice.
It's not filled with disappointment of frustration . . .
It's filled with longing.
The voice of a lover peering through a lattice,
Of a shulumite running through the streets for love.
What if God longed for my heart? . . .
What if he called, burning , burning,
Running through the desert?
What if love was the voice that called and called . . .
What if God was a God that loved us?