Category: From A Quiet Prayer

Still Here

From A Quiet Prayer November 23, 2016

And so I began

to listen

to a softer voice,

one that seemed

to begin

as a whisper.

And though there was

great shaking

as old ways

faded,

I held on to

the quiet place

in my own heart —

letting go

of all that left.

And though

there was pain

in going this way,

all I remember

is the tenderness

of the gentle whisper

from my own heart

reminding always,

no matter what,

I’m still here.

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A Quieting

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted November 17, 2016

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.

Always

From A Quiet Prayer November 17, 2016

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

From Here

From A Quiet Prayer November 16, 2016

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.

 

Prayer of My Heart

From A Quiet Prayer November 8, 2016

Little by little,

I stopped believing

in the stories

of the mind

until one day

I turned around

and searched for

that place in me

where I used

to struggle against

my own self —

where I could be

knocked off-center

by any outside force —

that place that sent me

searching desperately

time and time again

for another someone

or another something

to address

our separateness

and fill the emptiness.

But on this day,

I realized I had

set it all down

in exchange for

the one continuous,

never-ending

prayer of my heart.