My heart remembered
a gentler path
where moments are gathered
and held
without grasping —
where words are
understood without trying —
where I wait
without wishing
for time to pass.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
My heart remembered
a gentler path
where moments are gathered
and held
without grasping —
where words are
understood without trying —
where I wait
without wishing
for time to pass.
And so life became
a little gentler
at each turn,
each time I chose
to pause,
to trust my own heart,
and to move
with love.
And so I stood still
in my heart,
surrounded by the many
thoughts I had gathered
and set free —
the quiet whispers
that had led me
ever so gently
back to this sacred space.
And I found my prayers
had always existed here —
without the words.