A Gentler Path

Something Beautiful

The transition into tenderness

required delicate footing.

I learned to look a little

more deeply into my surroundings.

Nothing was at it seemed,

but that meant

something beautiful must be

hidden beneath what appeared.

I learned to look a little more deeply

into what was there,

intuitively drawn to remain

in each moment —

no matter what —

determined to find just one

small sign of beauty

when at first glance,

all was dark —

holding each faint whisper of hope —

becoming more determined with each step

to help it to grow.

Continuing On

No Matter What

At times I forgot

the pure connection with

my heart and the unshakeable

hope that remained always,

even in the darkest, most treacherous

parts of the journey.

It took only a moment —

a seemingly accidental whisper,

a quiet prayer of desperation crying out

to the light or a gentle note

from an old friend

triggering into clarity

the remembrance of all that is

most true and all of the beauty

and unconditional love

that couldn’t be broken

no matter what.

Quieting

Without Words

I began to get

a sense of

what it meant

to be in the heart,

to notice the peace

I had longed for.

It was quieter

here.

And still I knew

to continue on.

After all,

there really was

no going back

and no clear destination —

only a mysterious

unfolding road

ahead of me

and the most beautiful

prayer I had ever heard —

without any words.