Seen to See: Hagar (A Poem)

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It's one thing to be seen by God, another to see the God who sees you.

Being seen by Him is a realization, to see Him a revelation. 


Being seen by Him is being heard by Him - 'Ismael' (God hears). 

It is Him hearing of your misery when no one else could care - you are but a maidservant after all; unseen. 

Being seen by Him is being followed by Him, into dessert places, pushed by desperation, searching for safer hands and softer hearts.

There He finds you, asks of you when all your life decisions were made for you.

Being seen by Him is Him finding you when you are lost, not even knowing it 'cause you think you know what you're doing.

Being seen by Him is having Him unfold the future while you're still trying to get a grasp of the present.

Being seen by Him is comforting, reassuring, grounding.


But seeing Him - that one calls you out.

Seeing Him is adhering when he sends you back to the very thing you were trying to escape.

Seeing Him is saying 'yes' to Him though it makes no sense yet because ultimately His thoughts remain higher than yours you oblige. 

Why go back only to be sent away a few years later? 

Cause seeing Him leads to more experiences of Him, more desperate dessert meetings, faintly etching your name in the annals of history.

Seeing Him means wandering in the dessert - it's sobbing helplessly at the sight of losing it all. But it also means the opening of eyes to see wells in dry places, thirsts quenched and hope revived.

Seeing Him is challenging, uneasy, heavy.


And so we live to bask in the beauty of being seen at all times and pray for open eyes to in all things see Him who sees us.

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