Seeking His Face

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How Eve must have yearned

once again to hear the voice of the Lord,

to converse with him on cool evenings

and speak with him face to face.

Why had she turned her back on Eden

to groan and thrash at childbirth,

to labor for each bite of bread,

to wade through sorrow and sickness,

to walk in a world where instead of

God’s pleasing voice of comfort,

she heard squawks and shrieks

and predators grappling outside her door?

To whom could she call for comfort

when her belly started to swell

and stretch and grow heavy

and she had no mother nearby?

How she must have treasured

the whispers of the still small voice

speaking peace and reassurance

that she was still God’s child.

How precious those fleeting

flashes of insight, illuminating radiances,

reassurances that someday

she would see God’s face again.


About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

4 Responses to Seeking His Face

  1. jamescd says:

    Beautiful writing with rich, emotional imagery. Love it.

  2. Dad says:

    Beautiful thoughts

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