I awake

A poem about my experience with contemplative prayer

I awake in the morning
Still with trembling expectation
My heart's gaze fixed on Your face
Gazing upon Your holy kindness

You smiling at me, I beaming back at your
luminous grace

Your startling warmth
flooding my limitations
paving the broken spaces with Son light
 
calming the storm within by those few words:
"Do not be afraid"

exposing to my disbelieving heart that 
before any 
service, striving, or sacrifice

I am loved, I am loved, I am loved

And this pregnant, perfect stillness
is
will always be 

enough
forever