Behind The Veil Poem by Helen Crutchett

I rise from my bed in the dead of night
To pen my lonely poems.
Sleep will escape me until I release
The longing for you into a prayer ~

My heart is as taut as the strings of a lyre
Longing to see your Divine countenance
Hiding behind the veil preparing a place
For me in the garden of the Divine~

You will hand me the rose of love
I, in turn, will give you my soul
I have known you since creation
And I will know you again Beloved. ~