Christa’s Cradle

So often, as I fall into bed,
I feel I am falling into You.

You catch me gently,
Rest my head in Your hands,
Cradle me as my eyes close,
Safe and warm with You.

This weary body folds over,
Exhausted from the past day,
My right side, damaged, does not feel
Your loving presence, as my left –

Yet, I sense that it is there:
I am held by Perfection.

Knowledge of my brokenness
Is the gift of knowing Fullness with You.
Lain down, my left hand clasps Your right,
And together, we sleep as One.


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