Help me to remember what is
underneath all that appears –
to seek comfort
in quiet spaces.
Remind me of
the sacred art of healing
from within.
Amen.
Category: From A Quiet Prayer
No Guarantees
There was the choice to align
with truth and life
at all costs…or not.
There was that one moment
when it was clear
enough life had been lived
and dishonored by oneself
to realize it had always been
a miracle
and that moment might be
the first chance of many
or the last for a while
to speak in alignment, finally,
from the heart.
What to say in that moment?
Rehash the details
of the dark or light the way
with a reclaimed soul?
(Holding space for healing,
of course.)
Say what is safe
or what is most true?
Shout with compassion
or comply with fear?
Pause and play along
as needed… perhaps.
Use every last bit of true love and
restraint?
It was impossible to predict
There were
no guarantees.
United
I learned there is nothing
comparable to the strength
of the human spirit
when aligned with its creator
and wililling, win or lose,
to protect all that is innocent,
sacred and true.
I learned there is no greater joy
or frightening responsibility
than the vow to preserve
something sacred,
no matter what —
or to hold and honor what had
once been threatened,
knowing nothing could ever
divide what is and has always been
forever, divinely
connected and united.
Always There
Even when it seemed like
any sense of inner peace
had been lost,
it was there.
It took only the intention
of entering a state of prayer
to refocus on the present moment
and find the center of my heart —
where I could hear the quiet prayer
that was always there.
Ever So Slightly
Somehow I had dared
to listen to the quiet prayer
in my heart.
I had tried and exhausted
every other option
in my search for peace.
Truthfully, there was really
no better option.
It was shocking at first to,
in a sense, start over again
in my search.
But I began to sense a natural
peace within me and allow
this peace to expand — ever so slightly.
It was a sensing from within,
a quiet prayer from a deeper me.
It didn’t matter so much if things appeared
peaceful on the surface.
It didn’t depend on my body
or mind being still.
What mattered was my
willingness to show up just
as I was and to be with whatever
met me there.
Listening Prayer
A different quality of thought arose whenever I chose to return to the wordless prayer in my heart. I liked the natural quieting within that seemed to grow each time I returned to this wordless space.
Where there had been constant noise, there was a beautiful space of listening prayer.
The Gentler Way
I found there was
a choice
in each moment.
I could choose
to follow the flow
of life,
co-creating with it,
or to move
in the other
direction.
And so I began
to choose
the gentler way.
This Quiet Prayer
And so a quiet prayer
was whispered
and felt
beyond words.
And it was known
instantly,
without doubt —
by each piece
of self
in every last place
where it had been
forgotten
that it is
loved, heard,
nurtured, included
and cherished
in every new
moment
of now —
forever.
Amen
Softening
There was a
softening
of the story
on the surface,
a gentle resetting.
The default emotion
become one of
peace,
the very thing
my heart had
longed for
and called me to.
There was a more
natural connection
with all of life,
a gentle unfolding
of the quiet prayer
within my heart.
Silent pauses became
welcome parts
of the relaxation into
a gentler way
of being.
Within My Heart
At a certain point,
turning back
wasn’t really an
option.
Continuing to
push and try
to force any pieces
to fit at all
began to look
a little silly.
And so I vowed
to allow
myself to blend
a little more
completely
with the quiet prayer
I held within
my heart.
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