Seeing Me

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for deciding my worth
without consulting me,
and for creating me
without weighing Your options.

Blessed are You
for seeing me
in a way no one else can,
and inviting me into Your seeing.

I was born in extravagance,
created out of abundance,
celebrated from conception,
even until now,
seen in the purest
and deepest sense
of who I am.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for burning the cardboard cutouts
and tattered layers of labels,
revealing the me carved in marble.

Thank you for leading me to myself—
through the ashes of paper tigers,
to the masterpiece.

Photo by Jose Aragones: https://www.pexels.com/photo/photo-of-islamic-window-3254036/