Thank you
for gently whispered
prayers and the beauty
found in our one true heart
reaching out
for itself,
refusing to be bound
by lesser things,
daring to see
and embrace
its own true beauty.
Thank you for those who
dare to reach back.
Amen
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Thank you
for gently whispered
prayers and the beauty
found in our one true heart
reaching out
for itself,
refusing to be bound
by lesser things,
daring to see
and embrace
its own true beauty.
Thank you for those who
dare to reach back.
Amen
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.
When we have reached
the place of
no turning back —
again,
when the road ahead
can’t be seen
and the past seems
to linger a bit too long,
remind us
of the ever-present calm
beneath the surface
and the honor
in holding
this space
for each other.
Amen
Whisper your love
softly,
in this place –
that we might hear
your voice
above all else.
Amen
It’s the stillness
I return to,
where thought arises
in the moment,
taking on
a deeper meaning,
beyond thinking —
where each part
flows into the next,
and I am whole.
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.
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.
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
Give us strength
to hold our ground
in our hearts.
If ever there was
a need for such strength,
it is surely now.
Help us to remember
what it feels like
to listen
from this place —
to filter out
what is most true —
that we will
always find our way.
Amen
One day
I looked inside,
expecting to see
the desperate searching,
the longing to fit,
the crying out
and pushing down –
the one who struggled
to piece it all together.
But on this day,
I found none of it.
I realized I had it
backwards before.
All of these pieces
weren’t really meant
to fit neatly together
at all.
They were meant
to be free.