Tag: Comfort

A Gentle Surrender

Unsorted September 4, 2019

There was a gentle

surrender into the quiet prayer

that had carried me so far.

It hadn’t always been graceful

on the surface

There continued to be moments

when the very best I could do

was to just keep going.

But there was a deepening sense

of grace and respect for

the journey.

And there was this continuous,

subtle, often wordless quiet prayer

through it all.

This New Echo

Unsorted August 31, 2019

Somehow, a little beyond

what I had thought possible —

subtler than expected,

experiences in my own self

and in the world

began to soften.

Words flowed from a different

place and echoed long after

the brief moments I felt pulled

to write or remember.

It was a familiar kind of echo,

the kind of echo I had felt

from the difficult path that had

brought me to this point.

But this new echo,

this unending quiet prayer,

soothed and softened

places in my heart that had once

seemed unhealable

and carried me softly

toward a gentler path.

For Just a Moment

Soothing March 16, 2019

It took a little bit of courage

allowing softer thoughts to form —

landing on a surprisingly comforting

background of emptiness —

flowing effortlessly,

drifting a little more deeply

into my deepest heart.

Maybe it was the gentle rhythm

I had allowed myself to feel

once again,

for just a moment,

or a word formed of this

same emptiness

allowed to echo even more  —

somehow, gently,

against all odds,

from this deeper space

within.

Out of Nothingness

Quieting June 30, 2018

It was the small miracles,

the quiet inspirations, that kept my heart

pressing on long enough

to find a path that didn’t lead

further away from itself.

It was the gentle, comforting way

words formed out of nothingness

and courage was found

to look challenges in the face —

knowing the transformative power

of surrender first hand.

It was the remembrance of the

turning away from my own heart

and that first step

taken to find a way back.

Silent Spaces

Continuing On February 5, 2018

And so I learned to reach a little further into my own heart. I learned to reach for a little hidden magic and a quiet prayer to hold for as long as it took — until the softness I felt there began to spill over.

I learned to reach for healing words reflecting silent spaces in hearts that knew the sacredness of the journey back whenever old wounds showed up again.

I learned to soften my path a little more with each step as I continued on.