When we reach
the place
of no words,
when you feel
most lost,
stand still
in your heart.
I will find you.
* for the parts of us in need of a little more holding.
Category: Waiting for Words
Words Waiting
I learned to find my way
to words waiting
just beneath the surface.
But I grew tired
of all the sorting
and tossing up
and laying down
of old things.
I have thrown it all back
and waited patiently
more times than I care
to remember.
Now I’m tired.
And so I will listen
to the silence instead.
This Silent Prayer
Sometimes there were
no words.
And so I settled in
a little more deeply —
reaching through
whatever appeared
until I could remember
the emptiness —
this silent prayer.
Already Written
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Whisper of Hope
And so I became
the quiet prayer,
the whisper of hope
beneath the noise —
holding steady,
holding a space —
waiting patiently
for words
to find their way
to the shielded heart
from which they came.
Waiting For Words
One day I found
my thoughts
had begun to fall
too quickly.
And so I tossed
them all
back up
and waited
for words to come
down again
a little more slowly —
a little more gently —
a little more directly
into the emptiness
of me.
Daring To Wait
My heart chose
to linger
a little longer,
to listen
a little more reverently —
to be moved
by tenderness —
daring always to wait
for the next step to appear
in that mysterious place
of in-between.
No Words
Though my heart knew
there were no words
to describe,
it found comfort
in the pausing,
in the listening
and waiting
to hold
just one whisper
a little closer —
in remembrance
of its own unspeakable love.
For As Long As It Took
And so I became
the one that vowed
to wait
for as long as it took
to gather the pieces,
to hold
with love —
to let go
as the quiet prayer
I had always been.
The Deepest Kind of Healing
And when there is
nothing left to do,
I will hold,
and I will let go
at once.
I will surrender
to the vastness
of this love —
honoring,
holding space and allowing
for the deepest kind
of healing to unfold.
Laurie's Notes 