Delayed Devotion

Your shining countenance
Is all I need seek.
The shelter of Your presence
My only real resting place.
Your beauty is the final consummation
Of all my yearning.
How can I ever express
The magnitude of Your majesty?

Yet still I concern myself
With this withering world.
Still I walk distracted
In this crowd of strangers.
Still I stagger astray
In search of phantom fulfilments.
When will I awake and give
My heart to you forever?