Beauty

May my eyes be opened
to see the fragile God of beauty
in whose image you have been made;
may my eyes be opened
to see Christ in you my sister,
bent under the cross of poverty;
may my eyes be opened
to see every leaf and pebble
trembling at his word;
may my heart be opened
to see a son revealed in me,
life that explodes with life
flowing from within,
like a river rolling rocks,
like an earthquake cracking tombs;
may my ears be opened
to the song in every stone
prophesying resurrection,
and a new earth
waiting to be born.

by Kristin Jack, who lived with his family for 17 years in Cambodia. From his book Poetry and Prophecy