I offer this prayer
in quiet surrender
of every last piece
of what I could
never sort alone.
I hold only
this sacred space
in its place —
in honor of
pure love.
Amen
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I offer this prayer
in quiet surrender
of every last piece
of what I could
never sort alone.
I hold only
this sacred space
in its place —
in honor of
pure love.
Amen
Underneath all that appears
on the surface,
I am the space
within my heart.
And I am
the unfolding —
the sacred journey back
to stillness.
Amen
Help me to move
in the way
of the heart.
Free my attention
to be gently guided —
holding unresolved experience
a little longer —
letting go
of unanswered questions —
opening even more
to love.
Amen
There was something
very beautiful
in the coming together,
in realizing I didn’t need
to have all of the pieces
on my own.
It was humbling
to seek
and to feel
a living life –
this sacred, magical life
I had known
as a child
and let go of too soon
because it didn’t match
the interpretations
around me.
And so I continue on,
having been touched deeply
by everyday people
and experiences
and found
that missing something,
longed for
for too long —
right here,
in our own hearts
and in front of us.
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.
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
justĀ one word
shared out of this place
that could bridge the gap
in my own heart.
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