My beloved son, I look up to you.
I remember the first time I looked into your beautiful eyes.
What joy you brought your father and me.
I remember your first steps,
and how you would take my hand and look up to me with a smile.
Day by day, my love for you deepened.
Somehow, you eventually grew taller than I,
And you would gaze down at me with such affection.
I know you sensed my love. And I knew yours.
I remember how you would work with your dear father,
carrying wood to be used in the carpenter shop.
I was delighted to watch you learning your father’s craft.
You always gave us such joy.
I remember how you prayed with reverence and strength in your voice,
with your hands lifted to heaven.
I looked up to you, my beloved son.
I have never stopped doing so.
My dear Jesus, know I am here.
Please gaze down at me and see me standing at the foot of your cross.
I am with you in your agony.
My beloved son, I look up to you.
I see your bloodied hands lifted high on the cross.
How I long to hold your precious hands again.
I see your bloodied feet crucified.
How I long to walk with you again.
I see the wood on which you are nailed.
How I long to see you safe in the carpenter’s shop.
Oh, my Jesus,
I see your disfigured face, your swollen eyes—
My heart aches.
But I see your beauty, my son.
I see your love.
Please gaze down at me and see my love.
Oh, my beloved son, I look up to you.