Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There were no words
to speak.
None were needed.
In fact, the slightest sound
served as a reminder
of all that had been
too much —
distractions from the purity
of the one continuous
silent prayer
of a life
transforming gently
into the quiet whispers
that had carried it
safely back
into that very moment
of reprieve.
I held
all that needed holding
in my own heart.
There were notes
and healers
and insights.
There were sleepless nights
and more questions
and a million words unspoken.
There was letting go
and returning.
But looking back,
there was only the holding.
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
I found in me
a tender place,
a vulnerability —
the place of
my deepest pain,
beyond my own personal
pain —
passed to me
in hope that I would
have the courage
to honor and let go
of all that was
no longer needed —
to hold
all that was left
with all that appeared
for as long as it took
to transform itself
into something beautiful.
I wondered what
I could possibly be
if I wasn’t all that appeared
on the surface.
And then it occurred to me
that I would be
all that surrounds —
all that is most pure.
I would be
the gentle embrace
of love.
And I would be
free.
And so I set off
on the sacred journey
to the heart —
determined to return
with some kind of map.
But I soon laughed
at the thought
as I gathered and tossed
each crumpled attempt.
So funny,
what a joke —
that the somewhere
I had tried
to lead us to
was right there
in the surrender
of the words
I couldn’t write.
Let us hold
the sweetest kind of love —
the subtle remembrance
of a deeper truth —
space for healing
and the natural unfolding
of life —
of which we are a part.
Amen.
In case some part
of me
can’t see who I am
at the core,
in case this world
becomes so noisy
that I can’t hear
what is in my heart
and yours,
I send my love
in a timeless prayer
to you
so that you will know —
even if I forget.
Thank you
for safe spaces —
for gentle voices
can feel a little
out of place
in a noisy world
and grow most effectively
in silence.
Thank you
for all that has refused
to toughen up
or fit in —
for we could use
a few more
quiet prayers.
Amen.
Remind me
of the sacred moments,
the ones that touch
my deepest heart,
the moments that appear
right in the middle
of this crazy,
beautiful life —
where there is
always peace.
I offer my willingness
to show up,
to quiet all the pieces
of my heart
just long enough
to gather them into
a quiet prayer
that will carry me
gently from here.
Amen.
Laurie's Notes 