There was
a deeper movement,
a continuous motion
of stepping back —
of surrender
into the pure space
within my heart.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There was
a deeper movement,
a continuous motion
of stepping back —
of surrender
into the pure space
within my heart.
Sometimes there are
no words.
And sometimes
they just come.
I can’t say
which it will be.
But I will show
up either way.
I spent a long time
searching for comfort
or relief
or acceptance
or understanding
or something else
outside of me.
I wasn’t sure really
what I was searching for.
But it wasn’t that.
It was simpler
than that.
It was more beautiful
than that.
I vow to be
in my heart
and in the world
in a new way,
holding
and letting go
in each moment
as best I can,
honoring
my own experience
and yours —
knowing you are
also holding
this same silent prayer.
Amen
For a while I wished
for the right words
to express
what I had found
within my heart —
until the day came
when I remembered
the beauty
in being without words.
And I longed
for silence instead.
For a while,
it seemed fitting
to find just the right words
to reflect
what I had found
in my heart.
And then, to my surprise,
I found it rather beautiful
to let the words come
more naturally
from a little deeper me —
even if they felt
a little less graceful
at first —
even if there were
no words at all.
I began to take myself
a little less seriously.
And I laughed a little
each time I remembered
all of the time spent
finding my true voice
and then desiring only
to reflect
this wordless place
I had tried so hard
to leave.
Letting go
of the need to express
what could be seen
or thought,
letting go
into the silence,
I waited for words
to form —
to reflect the purity
of love
I had felt —
just beneath the surface.
I settled down
a little more
into the place
of no words.
And I found it was
quite possible
and most natural
to allow life to unfold
gently from here.
I found there were
sacred moments
for which there were
no words.
And there was
nothing to do
but hold
and wait for their return.