And when there is
much noise
and movement,
I assure you
I’m still here
in the silence.
Look a little closer,
into and through
your own heart.
I’m still here.
Tag: Calm
The Quiet Place in My Heart
When the outer world
becomes loud
and I feel I have lost
my inner space,
when I forget
all I have learned,
remind me
of the quiet place
in my heart
where all is okay
no matter what.
Help me to hold
all that is
not quite beautiful
and to let go.
Amen
The Starting Point
The deepest kind
of healing,
I found,
didn’t come out of
neatly wrapped packages,
but from the persistent search
and willingness to sink
right down into
what appeared on the surface —
to see through it,
honoring without needing
to analyze or fix —
to become quiet
in my heart
so that the pure love
and clarity
I found there
naturally became
the starting point
in all instances.
Untamed Space
There was a quiet honoring
that happened
quite naturally.
And I didn’t want
to sort too much
or add too many words
to spoil the natural,
untamed space
in my heart.
The Quiet Place Within
May we see ourselves
from a higher place,
honoring our wounds
and our wholeness —
never losing touch
with the quiet place
within —
where unconditional love,
true healing and compassion
are born.
Amen
In That Space
I turned down the noise
around me
and inside.
And in that space,
I found my Self.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
In Quieter Places
I was reminded
many times
of the power
in allowing life to flow
around me
without trying to do
or create
more than my part.
And I remembered the strength
and wisdom I found
in quieter places
and the joy of being
part of a greater whole.
Where Words Couldn’t Go
I found there was
always space
within my heart.
And there was comfort
where words couldn’t go —
the silent places into which
they faded
and appeared again
in different forms
without ever losing
their true essence.
For a While
I found my way
to the natural calm
within.
And though I seemed
to lose this place
for a while,
I held
each whispered prayer,
each precious piece
of a heart
that once thought
it was broken.
And in that holding,
I always returned.
The Place of No Words
There was a longing
to be seen
and the need to disappear —
a wish to be
someone else
in some other place.
And there was,
just below the surface,
a quiet prayer
that always led
straight to my deepest heart
and safely back
to the place of no words.
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