Today at Mass
as I prepared to sing for God
I glanced over my shoulder
and saw Cuan,
our youngest folk group member
standing among the grown-ups.

Cuan is only three.
He was dwarfed by the adults who stood
on either side of him.
He looked so tiny
and so serious
and yet so determined to play his part
in the folk group.

And I realised,
“That is how God sees me
right now
as I prepare, nervously,
to sing for Him.
He looks at me,
a precious child of His, and thinks,
“Awwww!”

The nerves faded
and I felt ready to sing
for my God,
my Daddy.

© Claire Murray