Just behind the curtain, the invisible curtain,
where if I move my hand through the air, I might just catch you there
watching me from an incomprehensible distance.
Just behind the fog of this reality
there is another place calling me
I have seen it in my dreams,
and its light and its hue are heavenly blue.
Why do I suffer here? I want to know this love that
I cannot seem to wrap my fingers around.
I want to slip through the cracks and fall away into this place -
I want God to show his face!
I need to know his name so that I can justify this pain.
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