This Quiet Prayer

Out of this

quiet prayer came

the strength

to listen to my own

inner knowing

above all else.

It resonated with

the resolve

of the mother in me

who dared to trust

her own body

over every single voice

on earth

and every bit

of conditioning

and advice —

however well meaning

or loud the chorus

of voices calling for

her to follow

or believe in

something else over her

own heart


It wasn’t that she

always walked calmly.

There were times when

she just knew

to dig in her heels

and speak

(or scream) her heart —

even though there was

only a slight chance

of being heard.

It hadn’t really been

about being heard

anyway —

but the courage

to be

the peaceful, fiercely

creative and resourceful

being she came here

to be.

It hadn’t been about

being right

or beautiful

or accepted

or honored —

at least not in the way

it once seemed.