The Light of Your Face

My dad is a sucker for gadgets.

He once bought me a bagel slicer, and at its presentation I said,

"But I already have one!"

"You do?" he replied, surprised.

"Yes!" and I pulled out a steak knife from the drawer.

...

He also had this flashlight (let's not get into his obsession with flashlights...) that was attached to an elastic band so that you would wear it around your head, and like a miner, you could have hands-free illumination wherever you point your face. He got me one once, cause no one should be without this little gem, right?

And it can be helpful, especially since I have no light of my own.

My face emanates no brilliance or splendor.

But God does. He doesn't need a headlamp.

All I need is his gaze upon me to illuminate me.

Simply directing his face to me will give me light.

God, You see me. Shine upon my darkness and give me light!

May I reflect it out into the world!