As I settle into prayer,
in the presence of My God,
all my layers of pretence slip away
and I become a wee girl.

I am about three years old,
wearing a summer dress
and sandals.
I walk into a room
seeking one thing only,
My God,
My Daddy.

My Daddy is sitting down,
smiling,
watching me.
I run over to him,
clamber up onto his lap
and snuggle into him.
My Daddy wraps his arms
around me,
holding me close.

In the arms of My God, My Daddy,
I feel loved
just for being me.

I am safe.

© Claire Murray