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

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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 Us All

In-between struggling

and peace,

there was a delicate hand,

the me

that could lead

the rest of me safely

though this place.

It wasn’t each little

part alone

as it had seemed.

It wasn’t the good

and the bad.

It took each one

who had felt

separate

and tried so hard.

It took the trust

of each precious one

who dared

to show up.

And it was

this delicate

turning around

by the healer

within us all.

Naturally

Thoughts began

to appear more

like subtle prayers.

Old ways of thinking

fell naturally

to the background

as my mind merged

more fully

with my heart.

Old wounds were

honored and held

with love

for as long as needed

when it was difficult

to let go

all at once.

After a while,

holding and letting go

became one movement

and life was seen as

one continuous

silent prayer.