For a While

And so I remembered how to listen

to a different voice.

It was in that moment I knew

for sure that I could trust again

in the mysterious unfolding

of life.

I had, for a while, turned my back

on the quiet prayer within my heart —

my very essence,

the one thing that connected me with

all that was true and real,

only to return stronger

and with greater reverence

for all that was human

and all that was Divine.

Memory of My Soul

After a while I learned

to let go a little more deeply

into the mystery.

I had allowed myself to feel

the quiet prayer of my heart.

And so there was no turning back —

not really.

it didn’t matter how many challenges

appeared in front of me

or how many times I found myself

straining to regain my footing in a world

I had tried so hard to understand —

grasping for any small sign

of something meaningful or true.

I became willing to set down

everything else in exchange

for one more small memory

of my soul.


For a while

it seemed something had

gone terribly wrong.

I had lived through

much contrast and

overcome many challenges.

And yet part of me still felt unsafe

as the contrast continued.

Somehow, just like the very first time

I dared to stop and allow

all of the pieces I had been holding

a little too tightly

to fall around me,

I found the courage again

to gather up the pieces

and sink a little more deeply

into my heart —

taking one more step

into tenderness.

Reconnection With Sacredness

Life took on a welcome


The ability to create

a lighter, more playful relationship

with thought offered

a new kind of reprieve.

There was a renewed trust

in the two-way communication

with life

and a reconnection with

sacredness that made being alive

begin to make a little more sense.