In the strength of the woman holding her sick child
in a never-ending line at the pharmacy, 
I clearly see it.

In the annoying one whose babbling about petty things
stirs the angst inside me,
I pray to see it shine.

In the eyes of the stranger 
who smiles as he holds open a door,
I feel it envelope me.

On the hands and wrists of the accused 
who stands cuffed in the courtroom,
I pray to see it now. 

The Image that has saved me.

The Image that redeems me;
every moment of 
every day,
once and for all time;
that Image lives in the hearts of all those
whose paths cross over mine.

How dare I not see It?