And so life became
a little more magical
with each tiny surrender
as I learned to trust —
as I remembered
the real magic within.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
And so life became
a little more magical
with each tiny surrender
as I learned to trust —
as I remembered
the real magic within.
And so I began
to trust
my own heart
to interpret
all that was unclear —
to allow the pieces
to fall back down
gently —
in a way I could understand.
I came to the place
where there were
more questions
than answers.
And there I found
a sweetness
in the surrender
to the unfolding
of both answers
and mystery.
I hold this silent prayer
in my deepest heart
for you and for me —
that we may always remember
the love that we are
in our purest form —
underneath.
Amen.
The time came
to turn around
and search for the one
in me
that could hold
all of the rest —
naturally.
My heart chose
to linger
a little longer,
to listen
a little more reverently —
to be moved
by tenderness —
daring always to wait
for the next step to appear
in that mysterious place
of in-between.
Though my heart knew
there were no words
to describe,
it found comfort
in the pausing,
in the listening
and waiting
to hold
just one whisper
a little closer —
in remembrance
of its own unspeakable love.
Let my heart
be light —
that it may be carried
though the challenges
of this life
and set down gently
in the hidden,
secret places
where love shines
most brightly.
Amen.
One day I remembered
a simpler place
where thoughts
are gathered up
like flowers
and set down
without worry,
that unexplored place
of in-between,
where few were brave enough
to stay
and magic never left.
And in the healing,
there was grief —
for she vowed
to never again let go
of her own soul —
no matter how painful
the contrast became.