My photographer friend sees the world
with eyes I only wish I had.
He spies what my eyes miss:
patterns, forms and fine designs,
mysterious, playful beauty
sketched and traced in lines divine
– right there –
if i could only see…
If I could only see, Lord,
if I cold only see…
If I could see the beauty hidden
right before my eyes…
If I could see the artistry in
how things fit together…
If I could see the symmetry
in what’s askew, off-center…
If I could see your grand design
in mole hills and in mountains…
If I could see how things align
while resting in no order…
If I could see how colors blend
and bleed into a rainbow…
If I could see the beauty in the
providentially accidental
elements of life…
If I could see your glory, Lord,
shaping and suffusing
all the world around me…
If I could see the filigree,
the trace of grace
you lace throughout creation…
Will you open up my eyes then, Lord?
my soul’s imagination?
my vision of your beauty?
If I could only see, Lord,
oh, if I could only see…
