Quiet Reflections and Prayers
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.
Thank you
for this quiet prayer
that frees my attention
to focus again
on this experience
in front of me
and to follow
where it leads.
May it always return
to the quiet space
in my heart —
where all experience
is honored —
where there is
always just enough
understanding and insight —
where no words
are needed
but flow
out sweetly anyway.
Amen
For the times
when we feel
unable to hold
all of the pieces
of our hearts alone,
remind us of the purity
of a love forgotten
and longed for —
the love that holds
and breathes
life into all things
as a prayer
and trusts us
to hold these
precious pieces
of itself.
Amen
Remind us
of the power
in our willingness
to pause
for a moment —
to go within —
to honor
what is here
as it is —
allowing what is
naturally transforming
and returning to
the quiet space
that is
forever.
Amen
There were no words
to express
the purity of love found
uopn surrendering
each carefully gathered
piece of my own heart.
And so without a word
and nothing left
to hold,
I held the space left
in their place
as quiet prayers.
Because I had grown tired
of all the trying
so hard
to find my way
back to my own heart,
I found peace
in the simplicity
of the surrender
and natural movement
that happened
in reconnecting with
and being
the quiet prayer
that had guided me
ever so gently
back to itself.
I found a little magic
in the way I began
to honor
and allow feelings
to pass through me,
no longer meeting them
as the tightly
held together sense
of self
with a neatly
packaged story
as before,
but as the one
who was free
to explore and meet life
as it appeared
in each moment —
as a quiet prayer.
Healing my own heart
was a subtle shift,
an honoring
of what was there,
a light holding
and letting go —
a gentle transformation
into a new perspective
of what was already.
Let us remember
the natural way
all things appear,
transform,
and fade.
Remind us to
hold each other
lightly —
that we may remember
the gentle way
of our own hearts.
Amen
