The Veil

A thick, dark veil obscures Your beauty
not the sort a bride wears
that offers a glimpse of what lies beneath

An impenetrable, purple veil
like an enormous Persian rug
hanging from poles of acacia wood and gold

Your beloved desires to see
the beauty behind the veil
and for You to see her and her yearning

Sin, the veil of darkness
separates You from Your beloved
so completely reconciliation seems impossible

Yet Your love for her
is stronger than the veil of sin
as You died for her the veil was torn in two

Beauty shone beyond the veil
no longer obscured from view
Your beloved approaches Your throne of beauty

The veil is torn, it is no more