Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It’s a funny thing,
this love that we are.
Underneath the stories
and details that seem
to fill
every bit of it,
if we look
and listen
just a little
deeper down,
what we take
as facts,
black and white,
this or that,
who we truly are
and what we truly desire,
softens a little
into pure reverence
for what is
and what is becoming.
When there is
much to sort through,
when we can’t see
where to start,
let us begin
in surrender
to all that is
most healed
in our own hearts.
And may we find
comfort in knowing,
that somehow,
within this great mystery,
we belong
to each other.
Amen
Having been touched
by the purity of Love
and untainted truth
at our core,
there is no going back.
Perhaps that is why
our minds fear
the touching.
Perhaps we are afraid
that something will
be lost.
But I assure you,
what is shown
in that moment
is more than enough
to account for
anything that could
ever be lost or gained.
And that moment is only
the first step.
And so I entered
a state of prayer —
each time a little
more fully
as life continued,
as I continued on
within its mysterious dance —
as thoughts
and feelings appeared
as movements in some
forgotten symphony —
arranging themselves
and landing again
in the most
beautiful silence
that no one movement
could express.
There was a deepening,
a surrender,
a sinking in
to my own deepest heart.
And though there were
no words to describe
or explain,
there came, instead,
the sweetest
kind of silence
as each attempt
was replaced by
a simple, quiet prayer
and faded effortlessly
back into nothing.
For the times
when there is nothing
left to do
but keep walking through,
when every word
we would try to say
couldn’t honor
the courage it takes
to just keep quiet
in our hearts
and keep walking,
when all attempts
to explain or sort
only seem
to make it worse —
for these times,
I offer this
living prayer.
Amen
I learned to turn
inward —
to see past
the wounded places —
to keep my focus
on the quiet prayer
that had led me safely
back to my own
deepest heart
and softened
all experiences
ever so subtly.
I found I only needed
to know the very next step
in front of me.
Though it was often
painful to stand
right where I was,
I learned to respect
this place
of in-between,
to focus within —
to honor the journey
and live from
the quiet prayer
that had led me to
the most precious treasures —
resetting again and again
and continuing on.
Let us remember
the sacredness
of our unique journeys
and connection
as one family.
Help us to answer
the longings
hidden underneath
the distractions
of a healing world.
Let us be
the healers we are.
Amen
It was the subtle,
wordless connection
with a deeper me,
that one true thing
I was unwilling
to risk losing
that pulled me
ever so sweetly back
into my deepest heart
and straight through
whatever appeared —
honoring and transforming —
shifting all things
with the slightest glimpse
of one untainted thought.
Laurie's Notes 