Category: Waiting for Words

I found peace

in holding

and trusting

all that showed up —

all that was

just enough and jut right

in each moment.

And I began to trust

a little more

in my own ability

to feel the answers

to my own questions —

 to be gently connected

with myself and others

from a quiet,

beautiful place

within my own heart.

For so long,

I felt separated

from my Self.

And so there came

from some place deep within

a quieting —

a reaching —

so that I could feel

my heart again.

And so I continued

to trust my own path.

I began to find comfort

in the very silence

I had once turned away

and to welcome the

quiet moments

when I couldn’t quite figure out

the next step.

One day I let go

of trying so hard

to fit all the pieces together.

I let go of the need

to make sense

of each experience.

And I began to trust

a little more

in the quiet reflections

of my own heart.

May I always remember

the calm

that is my very core,

the peace

in holding and healing

my own heart,

and the comfort

in the embrace.

Amen

And so I held

all that was in need

of holding

in my own heart.

And the little parts

of me

didn’t have to go back through

all that had been

because I already knew.

They only had to

meet me as they were.

And so I gathered up

all the pieces of my heart

once more

And instead of trying again

to fit them neatly

together,

I held them

a little longer

and listened

a little more deeply.

One day I looked back

at the painful moments,

remembering the purity

of love

that had met me there

again and again.

And so I began to meet

each new challenge

with this same love —

to identify a little less

with the struggle

and more

with each loving embrace.

There is a place

in my heart,

a pure place —

where there is nothing

to be sorted out

or healed —

where I am always okay

no matter what.