I dared to stop,
to be still in my heart
just long enough
for words to form
to comfort
all that was unsettled
in me.
And then I found
the comfort came
before the words
in my willingness to be
with all that is here —
in the presence of
my own soul.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I dared to stop,
to be still in my heart
just long enough
for words to form
to comfort
all that was unsettled
in me.
And then I found
the comfort came
before the words
in my willingness to be
with all that is here —
in the presence of
my own soul.
I found my focus
within my heart.
And to my surprise,
it seemed more efficient
to keep it there
and allow what was
outside to shift.
Or perhaps it was
that space within my heart
that grew.
Journeys can
sometimes be challenging.
May we find courage
to trust
in their unfolding
and a little comfort
and beauty
along the way.
Amen
I longed to know
what was in that
empty space
deep within my heart,
the one I couldn’t
seem to fill
and nothing could ever
really reach.
And so I set down
all of the tools
I had gathered.
And I took the leap.
Maybe it was the fatigue
of having tried
and exhausted
every other option.
Maybe it was
just time.
There was a quiet honoring
that happened
quite naturally.
And I didn’t want
to sort too much
or add too many words
to spoil the natural,
untamed space
in my heart.
I held on
to my heart
and to the silent knowing
that couldn’t be
expressed.
And there was
great beauty
in being enough.
I kept my focus
in my heart.
I learned to be okay
with a little messiness
on the surface.
I stopped trying
to sort it all out.
At a certain point,
my quiet honoring was
enough.
I found there was
a natural reaching
that came out of
each silent surrender
and each quiet prayer.
And I no longer needed
to be sorted out
or understood.
I only needed a hand
and just enough hope
to allow the true me
to emerge.
I found I was
deeply connected
with life
in each moment.
And all of the ways
parts of me
used to cry out
began to fade
beautifully
into the background.
I surrendered my hand,
set down my cards,
in each moment.
And instead of wishing
to be
in a different place,
I began to see
the beauty in the natural
unfolding of life
and the return
to the silence
of which I was a part.