Morning Prayer Poem by Norah AlMalki

Hands reach upward
Beseeching Him to look
On Me,
To take me in,
To announce my sin forgiven.
The eyes downcast,
The shoulders sagged,
The forehead humbled,
The soul entrapped.
I stand…
A captive of His world of light.
Dares I've boasted I would take,
Great creations I thought I'd make,
Thrones of life I've wanted to shake,
Dissolve…
Dismantle…
Disintegrate…

His Light is more alluring,
More enduring,
More securing.
It's a space of pure light-
To explore-
Unique ultra dimensions-
And more-
A realm beyond
Lousy human inventions.