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By Catherine Lawton —
Look at Me!
“Look at me, Cathy.”
Downcast, ashamed,
I shrank from seeing
my father’s disappointment,
his sadness, maybe anger.
I was little; he was big.
I was guilty; he was right.
I was fearful’ he was waiting.
I was stubborn; he persisted.
“Look at me, Cathy.”
The Father waits.
I avert my eyes,
not wanting to see
disappointment in His.
But He’s persuasive;
I’m learning to turn,
to trust those eyes
of Love …