Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found I could exist
in the world
and also in my heart —
participating fully
in daily life
without the need
or desire
to stay in
constant dialogue
about the story
on the surface —
choosing instead
to play a little
higher card,
to put these things
aside for a moment —
honoring and holding
a little space
for a deeper story
to be known.
I learned to turn
inward —
to see past
the wounded places —
to keep my focus
on the quiet prayer
that had led me safely
back to my own
deepest heart
and softened
all experiences
ever so subtly.
There was a quieting,
a surrender into
the truest me,
a letting go
of the need
to arrange all of
the pieces
of a heart I believed
to be broken —
the most natural
kind of peace —
just a little deeper
down.
I found I only needed
to know the very next step
in front of me.
Though it was often
painful to stand
right where I was,
I learned to respect
this place
of in-between,
to focus within —
to honor the journey
and live from
the quiet prayer
that had led me to
the most precious treasures —
resetting again and again
and continuing on.
Thank you
for each step
of the mysterious
unfolding of life.
Help me to honor
the tender places,
my greatest challenges —
all unsorted pieces
that led me
to this moment
of reprieve.
Amen
When life on the surface
becomes messy,
remind me
to sink a little
deeper in
and reach a little
higher up.
Help me to release
the projections placed
on myself and others,
to move with honor
and compassion
and continue on
from here.
Amen
Let me be
a quiet prayer,
a whisper of hope
not quite heard —
the subtle shifting
out of which it forms,
the mysterious somewhere
into which it fades.
Amen
Somewhere along the way,
in the middle of
the journey
and the remembrance
of a deeper me,
came a subtle,
wordless honoring
and the longing to find
and become
the quiet prayer
not quite spoken
or heard
in that mysterious,
magical place
of in-between.
And so there was
a lightening,
a stepping back
and continuing on,
a fork in the road,
a line drawn in the sand,
the quiet knowing
deep down
that it was possible
to be in the world
and also in my heart.
And so there was
a sacred reunification
with life.
Each moment became
a gentle reminder
of the subtle beauty
and grace
of being
in my heart
and in a healing world,
a point of reference
for which there was
no creatable experience
to match
and no words
to express
or explain.
Laurie's Notes 