A Breath

The smallest space.
A moment.
Rush to the floor.
To Your feet.
Rest my head on Your knee.
Tell You I love You.
That I'm grateful.
That I am Your daughter.
That You are my Papa.
That I can be loved like this.
Known.
Like this.
Yes!  I am!
A woman.
In love.
With God.
Sigh.
Eyes closed.
Smiling out into...nothingness???

Breathing,

Bernadette