She plays Her game

She plays Her game,
and I am just a tiny part of it all.

She veils my path,
and unveils with utmost clarity
what my eyes don’t want to see
but my heart knows:

that I have no control.

I am only a reflection in
Her Great Ocean of Being.

A sparkle of light floating
away in every wave. 

What else can I do, but
surrender?

It’s in my letting go that
I feel held by Life.

In Her arms,
and in Her heart,
I can rest, at last.