Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found life to be
more complex
than the old
boxed-in thought
that had made sense
for a while.
It wasn’t about
being on the right
team
or choosing
one clear path
over another.
It was about
becoming honest
with myself
and seeing parts of me
in others,
even the most difficult
to face
or heal.
It was about
refusing to stay
stuck in old patterns
and daring to find
creative solutions
when there seemed to be
none.
There remained
a lingering sadness
touched by tenderness.
There were difficult
moments
and hands to reach
out to
when reminders came
of the sometimes
difficult path.
There was a knowing
and a compassion
I wouldn’t have
traded in
for the journey back
to my own heart.
After all of the holding
and letting go,
more than I ever thought
possible,
what is left
is a silence,
a reverence —
a trace of lingering sadness,
a treasured tenderness
surrounded by the
purest love.
—What’s Right Here
I am healer.
When times get hard,
I stand firm.
With gentleness
and love,
I reclaim each part
of me.
When the outer world
becomes noisy
and my inner pain
is too much,
I begin by stopping
and find relief
in walking through.
— What’s Right Here
In this moment,
I declare
a truce,
a respite —
a little space
for healing —
here,
in the stillness
of my heart.
— from earlier notes
It was always
tender
to reach the point
where words couldn’t
go —
where my own
questions, directed
outward, became added
noise.
And I knew it was
up to me
to interpret the
unspoken
wisdom of my heart
once more —
as best I could —
without knowing
exactly how.
I learned how to
walk through difficult
times.
I learned to
alter my perspective,
shift my own
emotions,
and focus my
attention.
I learned to heal
the present
and the past —
because I dared
to listen
to the quiet prayer
within my heart.
There was a quality
of persistence
joined with self-restraint
needed to ride
subtle energies
that led to a deepening
inner peace.
Quiet prayers
and increasing desire
to know my own
soul voice
just a little more
intimately
carried me gently
as I continued on.
The more I explored
being with myself
in a new way,
the more I
understood what it was
I was noticing.
It wasn’t the surface
details so much.
I had allowed those
to blur a bit.
It was my own
essence I began
to notice.
It didn’t have
words.
It was subtle
at first.
But I found I could
focus on what was
most healed
in me.
And somehow,
ever so gently,
outer experiences
began to meet
the essence
of my own deepest
heart.
Thank you
for all things
reflecting the sweetness
of the connection
with my own deepest
heart.
Thank you also
for all things
along this path
that have challenged me,
adding to the
tenderness of the journey
and lighting
a fire of courage
to become a little more
free.
Thank you
for courage to set
these things
down.
Amen
Laurie's Notes 