Quiet Reflections and Prayers
My heart’s song
was in the natural way
I finally vowed
to go to the core —
to drop everything
and explore
a natural moment
of stillness —
to listen deeply
to nature and art —
to accept only
what was right
in front of me —
without labels,
withought thoughts
of being fixed —
without a need
to understand,
heal or change
anything.
I began to listen
here.
Help us to allow
all that is pure
and true
to flow out
in art and actions
and quiet prayers.
Let us search
our own wounded places
for compassion
beyond understanding.
Create sacred space
where there is none.
Help us to find
a gentler way.
Amen
There was a quieting,
a gentle shift
from pure survival
to an aliveness
that flowed out of
the willingness to embrace
carefully hidden emotion
in a way that was
both safe
and strong enough
to hold
the most painful experiences —
transforming them,
through this holding,
into something beautiful.
I have held and honored —
set it all down —
watched as it faded back
into nothing.
I have waited
as the perfect pieces
reappeared.
And I have forgotten
and pushed —
tried to make
my own inner art
into something else —
more.
I have forgotten
the importance of the holding
and remembered
as, in my frustration,
it found its own way
and revealed itself to me
again.
Laurie's Notes 