From A Quiet Prayer

The One We Can’t See

It’s a funny thing

this being,

me and you —

the one we can’t

ever see.

And so I try

to gather something up

to show us

what it is —

every time

new pieces.

Perhaps we didn’t

understand.

It’s not a riddle

to be solved.

Just watch them —

where they land.

From A Quiet Prayer

Out of This Place

There were the most

tender moments

of deep connection.

And there were moments

that were painful

beyond description.

Somehow, I found,

it all returned

to tenderness.

And so I continued

to show up

and participate in life

because I had experienced

the endless struggle

in the search

and the relief in finding

just one word

shared out of this place

that could bridge the gap

in my own heart.

Quieting

The Quieting

The quieting

continued to deepen.

Outer and inner experiences

were no longer seen

as obstacles,

but as life simply

showing up

as I had witnessed

my own self

showing up

to meet life.

And in this quieting,

there was often

sadness —

as again and again,

I offered up

my whole self

to something other than

what my mind imagined

life to be.

But there was always

great peace.

From A Quiet Prayer, Unsorted

As a Prayer

Let us be

brave enough

to continue to follow

the path of our hearts,

the whisper of hope —

that mysterious pull

to search and explore

and feel the story

beneath the surface —

no longer out of the need

to be fixed

or to fix,

but because we have

felt that longing

in our chests

and dared

to set it down —

to feel the emptiness

in our hands,

if only for a moment.

Help us to trust

in our own ability

to hold this life

a little more gently —

to be willing

to continue on

in each moment —

as a prayer.

Amen