I see you in the drifting chaos of clouds
and in the neat rows of plowed-down cornstalks.
I see you in the squirrel darting about frantically for nuts
and in the doe standing beside her fawn as they graze.
I see you, with my eyes closed, in a dream
and I see you, with my ears opened, in a song.
I see you in the towering beauty of a cathedral.
I see you in the knitting together of words and stories.
And now I will see you in the flesh of a newborn,
in fact, in the incarnation of every child.
Now I will see you in my neighbor;
now I will see you in the mirror;
now I will see you when the media or the ideologues
flash "enemy" before me, and I will remember that it is you.
Now I will see you in the brother who tries my patience,
just like I see you in the friend who lifts my spirit.
Now I will see more carefully,
knowing that I am always seeing
before my eyes.