Look First

Turn my eyes to see your face
when I have turned away to move on my own
and I don’t know where you are.

Turn my eyes to see yours
so that I can know you just a little bit more
and where you will move.

Turn my face to see your view
and look in my eyes to see where I would run
and hold me there.


Formed out of the clay,
the wet earth from the stream welling up
and watering the thirsty ground,
why should I not conform to your hand

and let you collapse my walls,
pushing down with the heel of your palm
until all I had built
is returned to you and I am
another formless lump

ready to be fashioned anew
into what you have in mind.
Better to be soft and malleable
than broken pieces
that tried to put up a fight.

Again and again
You will reshape my life,
and I will let you.
This is our pact: You will tear down
all that will not last,
and build up what you see in me
that is good.


You could have chosen anyone
to love the blessed Mother and Jesus,
but you named Joseph
as the one they would need.
No one else could love them
the way he did.

So when I wonder
who you are making me to be
and what it is that you are teaching
I can know
that it is not for nothing,
what You have put into my heart.