Therese, the great mystic, fell asleep frequently at prayer. She was embarrassed by her inability to remain awake during her hours in chapel with the religious community. Finally, in perhaps her most charming and accurate characterization of the "little way," she noted that, just as parents love their children as much while asleep as awake, so God loved her even though she often slept during the time for prayers.
This reminds me of a poem I wrote about Innocence and Pizza. I will likely publish it someday. This reminds me of my dear Guru Nanak's concept of Ekonkar which implies that there is only One father. So, we are all siblings.
I am your sibling poet Shiv
In throes of love my soul sings