I looked back
on all of the many
twists and turns,
all that didn’t happen
as planned,
all the paths
I passed by
and all the words
I didn’t write.
And I couldn’t imagine
having missed
all that came my way
in their place.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I looked back
on all of the many
twists and turns,
all that didn’t happen
as planned,
all the paths
I passed by
and all the words
I didn’t write.
And I couldn’t imagine
having missed
all that came my way
in their place.
And so the most precious pieces
began to show up —
treasures beyond words.
And I could almost
not hold them —
for fear that I might not
have in me the words
to express the honor
and gratitude
and sincere love
that I felt.
I would have to trust
that my silent prayers
would be enough.
I found the deepest healing
seemed to happen
just when I was sure
there was no way through,
when I didn’t give up,
but took one more step
in blind faith.
And so it was
this holding,
this willingness
to stand still,
to honor
and move through
all that appeared
that created space
for the most gentle
and beautiful healing
to unfold.
I found I could
walk through
the challenges of this life.
I found I could stand
a little longer
and let go
a little more
of needing
to sort it all out.
And it was here,
in the middle of it all,
in these most sacred spaces —
where I first discovered
a peace that never left.
Sometimes there was
nothing to do —
just a natural flow,
a stopping —
no need
to analyze or fix
or try so hard
to heal —
only deep connection
and gratitude
for those who were able
to meet me
in that place.
There is a reaching,
a love,
that clings only
to itself,
a sacred kind of holding —
effortless —
like the words that come
out of wordless prayers —
like lighthouses
standing still,
yet reaching —
sinking down a little deeper
into the calm,
standing still
and reaching —
ever so subtly.
Let us reach
from this place.
And so the thought came
to go back
to how it was
before there was
just this —
back when there was
up and down
and forward and back.
But of course I knew
by then
that there really was
no going back —
only this ever-deepening love.
And when there is
nothing left to do,
I will hold,
and I will let go
at once.
I will surrender
to the vastness
of this love —
honoring,
holding space and allowing
for the deepest kind
of healing to unfold.
Many times I reached
the place
where words can’t go,
where I somehow knew
that a step
in any other direction
would be less helpful
than standing still.
And so I found
just enough courage
and strength
to be still in my heart
and to keep going
straight through.