Memory of My Soul

After a while I learned

to let go a little more deeply

into the mystery.

I had allowed myself to feel

the quiet prayer of my heart.

And so there was no turning back —

not really.

it didn’t matter how many challenges

appeared in front of me

or how many times I found myself

straining to regain my footing in a world

I had tried so hard to understand —

grasping for any small sign

of something meaningful or true.

I became willing to set down

everything else in exchange

for one more small memory

of my soul.