I looked and searched
but could not see,
could not see,
‘cept the wrongs in me.
I searched for peace,
but could not find –
where do I get this “peace of mind”?
To me, I looked;
to Him, I cried,
“Why do I have this fear inside?”
“Look at me,” He said,
“and you will see,
there’ll be no fear … just gaze at me.”
But Who is –
what is this which I see?
Why such peace in front of – He?
He … looks from afar
as I at a flea,
but there’s something … so much different
about the way He looks at me.
His eyes so fierce,
a gaze, a pierce,
and yet, look how tenderly.
Why, O Why does He look at me so?
I look, I see my enemy;
yet, He, look at He;
see, still, His gaze set on me.
O what does He see
when He looks so at me?
“Only in Me,” He says,
“will you see what I see –
the beauty which you have,
it comes all from Me.”
“But all by yourself,
you see not Me,
not who it is that I want you to be;
for without Me, there is no you.
I AM the One Who made you to be,
therefore I see,
I see the man who gives glory to me.”
“How? How do I give glory to Thee?”
“Relax, rest, my child…
remember always this gaze which you’ve seen.”
“Then all that you need is to be who you be.”
