Show us your work and prosper our own. Let me know, not avoid. The raging day is of our own making. When we bury what we prefer not to know, we cut ourselves in half. We might tell our self that we move more lightly that way as we race towards death.
Life plays tag for keeps.
No wonder this self-torture, this refusal to know our self, when we finally see it, is perceived as wrath, but it is a wrath of our own making in our attempt not to be known. God is always hidden, but hastening towards us to insure that we will not be left out, even when we try to opt out. This is what we call a day of wrath. The Hound of Heaven is swift. That hound, though, is not a ravenous fiend but a solicitous friend.