Today, in Bow Street Mall,
I noticed a wee girl
as she spied her Daddy
at the other side of the shop.

Her face lit up with delight
and she ran over to her Daddy,
with her arms outstretched.

Her Daddy grinned,
crouched down,
reached out his arms
and swept his wee girl
up into the air,
swirling her round
as they both laughed
in sheer delight.

Every time I approach
My God, My Daddy
in prayer,
he is ready to welcome me
in the same way,
with open arms
and is delighted
simply to spend time with me,
his wee girl.

As I remember that wee girl
with her Daddy,
the question in my mind is this:
do I approach My God, My Daddy,
with the same love, trust and confidence
as that wee girl
in Bow Street Mall?

© Claire Murray