Are You incarnate, Jesus, in my face?
in my actions?
Do I radiate Your compassion
to the news reports I don’t want to hear?
the people who suffer?
the child with hungry eyes
and distended belly?
the woman who is aging too fast, who loses her way
yet wants to be her former self, small and hidden
simple and behind the scenes?
Tell me, my Love, how I can love the outcast, the forgotten
the proud and self-righteous
the control-freak and the controlled
the blind and the deaf
the loving and the beloved
when I don’t even know how to love You, my Lord?
When you know Me, my love, who am meek and humble of heart
all will see your face aglow and
your actions, life-giving.
I promise . . .