Veils surround me, Father, hiding Thee from me. I love the dainty, colored veils of roses and daisies; the shining veils of clouds of burning gold; the dark, star‐decked shawl of the night. But— how long wilt Thou remain hidden behind all these veils? I love them because they hint at Thy presence. Yet still they hide Thee! I long to see Thee as Thou art—behind all this cover of veils!