Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found it is
possible to heal
our own hearts,
not by our own efforting,
but by our willingness
to find
the place within
ourselves and each other
where all is embraced
and released
and by daring to stand
in this place
without understanding,
without knowing how.
When the world
around us
becomes noisy,
when parts of us
have forgotten
the sacred space
from which
we started,
remind us
to hold this space
a little tighter.
Lead us gently back
to quiet places
and safe arms —
that we may be
the healers
and sacred guardians
that we are.
Amen
…
May these words be joined with others.
I found peace
in the reconnection
with the space
within my own heart
and in the natural way
I continued on
to connect
and hold this space
for others.
Healing became
a sacred honor.
I found peace
in reconnecting with
what it really meant
to be alive.
I began to do my part
without a guarantee
or need
for a particular result.
The very act of holding
and honoring
became the focus.
It was in this place
that I found
my deepest comfort
and healing.
I eventually chose
healing above
all else.
I chose to use
every experience,
without exception,
as a stepping stone
to the place
of neutrality —
where there was
a quieting,
a letting go –
a reconnection
and resetting —
where clear thought,
and actions
could arise.
And I found
each moment
of reconnection
far outweighed
anything I had tried
in its place.
By grace,
I remembered
the power
of staying centered
within my heart
while offering
my part in the unfolding
of the story
we all share.
I healed
my own heart,
transformed darkness
within myself,
held and let go
of all parts
of me —
traded in every last
resentment in the search
for a deeper truth
and the slightest bit
of hope
for the remembrance
of this sacred journey
called life.
I healed
and transformed trauma
and found
a quiet prayer
connected with truth
and compassion
for all
could travel far —
reaching places
where few words
could go —
joining together
with others —
healing what had seemed
unhealable.
I honored
and traded
my own story
for a prayer.
And so I offer
this living prayer
always.
Amen
Somehow,
in the middle of chaos,
gentle whispers
and subtle knowings
were heard
above the noise
offering guidance
and hope
through quietly
whispered prayers
and leading
straight through
all that couldn’t be
sorted out
on the surface
to an organic,
magical and sacred
journey back
to my own true self
and a life
worth living,
a life no longer focused
on results and manipulation,
but on the sacred honor
of holding
and honoring
the complete mystery
of it
and a vow to
hold steady
in this sacred space
forever.
With each new challenge,
I scanned
my surroundings
as we do
when we begin
to feel unsettled —
reaching for
the strongest healers —
holding firmly
within.
And I was reminded
each time
of the deepening calm
within my own heart.
And though it ached
for the parts of us
that were afraid
and the places
that remained
unhealed,
I was so thankful
to be able to hold
all of it —
to offer my piece —
to be connected
with this place —
to scan my surroundings
once more
to find
my firmest support
within my own heart
and yours.
Let my feet be
firmly planted
here,
in my deepest heart.
When it is time
to speak out,
guide my words.
When it is time
to listen,
help me
to listen deeply.
And always,
always hold me
and help me
to be
here.
Amen
Help me to offer
my part.
Guide me gently —
that I may express
what is in my heart
in a way that
is most beneficial
to all.
Let me be the living
prayer I was intended
to be
in the first place.
Amen
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