From a little wider view,
I saw I had sprinkled
my path
with the most precious treasures
to be found
in just the right moments —
carefully placed
with love
from a little deeper me.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
From a little wider view,
I saw I had sprinkled
my path
with the most precious treasures
to be found
in just the right moments —
carefully placed
with love
from a little deeper me.
With a quiet thought,
a subtle brush
with grace,
I vowed to continue on —
to hold
and to let go
of each experience
with love,
no matter how painful,
for as long as it took —
until it was transformed
into something beautiful.
I dared all of me
to be still
for a moment —
to hear my own
true voice —
to know the peace
in this place
where nothing is added
or made better —
where all is blended
gently and magically within
this loving embrace.
I allowed
for a little more quieting,
a settling back
into my own being —
right here,
just below the surface
where I have always been
just fine —
just as I am.
I found I could
quiet my soul —
holding a little longer
in the places
I once feared —
reaching a little further
than I ever dreamed —
finding my deepest comfort
in my own unmended heart.
For a while,
I longed for this life
to be neatly sorted —
for a day
when all was resolved.
And then somehow,
from a quiet prayer,
I found I had surrendered
a little more deeply
and stepped out
of my own way.
I had become one
with this life,
in all of its messiness
and all of the subtle beauty
I almost missed.
When we reach
the place where words
can’t go,
when the way is unclear again,
I will stand firmly.
And I will keep walking.
I will trust
in this life
and find comfort
in the remembrance
of each step taken
in pure faith.
And so,
having found more questions
than answers,
I continued on.
And I found myself
in a state of prayer —
the kind of praying
that happens when there are
no more words
to recall
or share
or remember —
when all is surrendered
to the purest,
highest good.
I began to listen
to the quiet whispers
of love
in my own heart.
And I learned
I could, in fact,
quiet my own thoughts,
not by trying,
but by naturally resetting
and listening
to my own true voice
in all of my experiences.
And so began
the sacred journey
back to my heart,
a series of moments
of holding
and letting go
with the purest love —
until all that remained
was that love.