I kept searching

until I found

something that could

stop me

in my tracks.

I had let go

of many things.

I had tried so hard

for so long

to sort out

thoughts and all those

wounded places.

I had struggled

and given up.

I had been turned away

and breathed back.

But in that moment,

it was really much

simpler and

more tender

than that.

I found I was

the quiet prayer

in all of it.