In morning meetings I seek connection;
In sacred sessions I seek God’s will;
In prayers I request divine direction.
I read quotes and take notes.
I am silent.
I am still.

In meditation with the master,
Recalling his love from prior days;
I listen for the vibrations.
My heart beats faster,
Then slowly,
For he knows me,
As he knew the woman at the well,
The woman with the alabaster jar,
The plans He has for me
And the power of his ways.
I reflect on the force field
I detect around me,
And I fear not,
For he has found me.

His words are my performance review.
His challenges are my mid-term exams.
And when my motives are askew,
He quizzes to remind me who I am.
He blesses with the wisdom of the text.
He takes me on guided adventures;
Each morning I look forward to the next;
For each day his blessings are sure
And His inventions are new.

In morning meetings with the master
There is no formality or protocol.
In communion with my private pastor
I submit and surrender my all,
While he ministers to my brokenness,
Mentors my outspokenness,
And teaches me about openness.

In morning meetings with the master,
I sit at peace in conservation;
No reprimands or consternation;
Only a blissful conversation,
As I return to the fold
God takes hold
And reveals to me,
As He heals through me.

In morning meetings I seek connection;
In sacred sessions I seek God’s will;
In prayers I request divine direction.
I read quotes and take notes.
I am silent.
I am still.

Copyright © 2015 Orlando Ceaser
Reprinted from Daily Resurrections by Orlando Ceaser
© 2016 Watchwell Communications, Inc.