Notice of God

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe,
for noticing us.
You see the accomplished professional
behind the messy-bun and pajamas
shopping for milk and cereal, 6am.
You see the tense heart
inside a trendy business suit and shoes,
man who feels like an imposter
and wonders if anyone notices.

Blessed are You for seeing—
the weary emptiness of a single father,
alone in all the ways he never wanted to be;
the perfectly broken heart of a young girl
who carries a secret in her abused body,
but a smile on her face.

Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe,
for seeing little me under my big personality,
for seeing fear drenched in shame
because it wanted to be faith,
for seeing wholeness in me,
for covering everything in tenderness:
Your glance, grin, gaze,
tears on crumpled face,
a wink, smile, laugh—
all my depths
reflected on Your face,
consecrated by Your notice.