Reverence

Must a bride resign
To silence in the excitement
Of her betrothal?
Must she hush
The joy found in joining
With her Lover?

You desired 
To draw near.
In Your holiest presence,
You longed for Your people's 
Essence.
Yet, in fear of Your being
They shuddered.  They kept You distant
For the security of their comfort.
Only one knew Your face.
Only one knew Your grace
Without a veil.

Forgive me 
If my words are forbidden.
The Sabbath must be somber;
Yet somber does not resort
To a sort of sadness
In approaching Your throne.
There is a sincerity in the heart;
Filled with spirit and truth.
How can I worship You
If I fear, but do not love, You?

When I ponder on all
You are,
I can do nothing
But respond.
I have to pour
What little love I have
Upon the One who is infinite.
What gravity is there that You
Desire to know Your creation intimately?
And I say
Let it be so.

I know there may be moments
In which the quiet is required.
I know that reverence will
Cause me to be still.
Yet the glory of Your name
Beckons me to exile shame
From a wrath that can be found 
In silence.

Your goodness is too good
To not share.
So, if You mean for me to utter,
May my soul never deny;
May my mouth never refuse
To shout praise to her Lover!