I can't get over the beauty of His eyes...

Hearing the voices of his children calling out to him, I walked in the back of the room. The beauty of hunger among my brothers and sisters brought joyful tears to my eyes. I sat and closed my eyes in full relaxation, humbling myself before my Father. Praying, "I want to feel the wind in my hair with you," a breeze came upon my face and my hair softly flew back. Everything went silent and black, my body felt light. The black spun into grey and this gold light leaked through these tiny openings. What was the source of this light, I wanted to see! I didn't care about the scars on my face or the guilt in my eyes. I need to stop gazing at myself, for He has already healed me. I am open to his beauty, I am fully open to his love. No longer do I dwell inside as a slave to this artificial fabric. I felt His hand gently run across my face. The veil that was grazing my face was lifted. My eyes locked on His. Everything was bright and there were rays of gold over His face. I could only see His eyes. OH THE MULTITUDE OF LOVELINESS!!! As I gaze like a dove I begin to sense my destiny... I belong to my lover and his desire is for me.