I don’t know how You look like, Lord. I haven’t seen Your face. I cannot tell the color of your eyes. I cannot imagine the shape of your lips. Is your skin tanned by the sun? Is your hair black like mine?
Artists have tried to draw You. They tried to paint a picture of Your face. Through many generations, icons and paintings tried to show your glory and your humanity. But none can truly show Your beauty to me.
Many times I’ve felt like a blind person. Yet even a blind woman can touch her beloved’s face. She can trace the contours of her loved one’s countenance. She can feel the warmth of his hands.
But where do I even begin to imagine You? Where do I start to look for clues?
Ah, perhaps I should begin by watching those who are like You. In the face of the holy ones, maybe I could find someone who looks like You.
Through years of searching I’ve realized that this is so. And it doesn’t matter whether they’re tall or small. I care no more whether their eyes be brown or blue. For in every face where I see love, I know I’d see the likes of You.
The thing about hope is that it’s a positive force that shines the most when it’s dark. When everything’s going well, we hardly notice it’s there. But when things go against us, when our dreams fade and when we see no immediate reprieve from our troubles, that’s when hope does its best work for us.
"Where Hope Can Be Found"