Perhaps to Rest a While.

I saw the way You looked at me;
Unmistakable, Your slighted eye.
Caught me in my vulnerable morn -
Before the day passed through.

Your stare was sweet,
as was Your Breath
As I pressed further in
To linger there for a small season
and perhaps to rest a while.

I've marked You cruel, unjust, unfair;
Deliberate is the flesh.
You've asked for faith,
for trust and wait
Calls that mark You once again.