Category: From A Quiet Prayer

Always There

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted October 1, 2019

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

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted September 19, 2019

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.

Softening

From A Quiet Prayer, Softening, What's Right Here August 2, 2017

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

From A Quiet Prayer January 11, 2017

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

From A Quiet Prayer December 26, 2016

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.