Your Face: A Few Thoughts in Response to Psalm 27

Your face is what I want to see

Your face will tell me what there is to know

Your face will inform and shape

Your face will rob me of my comfort.

So

I see your face

I look into your eyes

I feel your gaze

I long to stay here.

And

Your gaze is piercing

Your eyes are frightening

Your vision of me is revealing

Your hopes for me are disarming.

My eyesight is blurry

My vision is skewed

My perspectives are defective

My views are awry and misshapen.

When

You see me looking at you

You know if I want to remain here

You sense my doubts and fears

You hear my feeble cries.

As

I wilt beneath your gaze

I face my lingering doubts

I have deceived myself

I only think I want to see.

Yet

My delusions are comfortable

My placement of people and things are predictable

My blind spots are truth

My assumptions are reality.

Still

I want to see

I want to see more than objects

I want to see what you want me to see

I want to feel my blindness disappear.

My life is in your hands

My vision has been blinded

My world has been shaped by what I will not see

My surrender will lead me to see as you see.

I long to see your face

I long to be in your presence

I want more than anything to see your children

I desire more than I can say to overcome my own blindness.

You know what I do not know

I know that you know what I need

My life will not be the same

You remove my blindness.

I see

I see

I see

I am blind no more

To people of color

To women

To immigrants

To the poor

To the homeless

To LGBTQ

To the young

To those outside my social group

To those physically disabled

To those emotionally challenged 

Hopefully

Is my prayer