I continued on,
no longer needing
to fill the emptiness
or sort all of the pieces,
trusting completely
in the unsorted heart
and in the mystery
that had carried me
safely back
to my own silent prayers.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I continued on,
no longer needing
to fill the emptiness
or sort all of the pieces,
trusting completely
in the unsorted heart
and in the mystery
that had carried me
safely back
to my own silent prayers.
Like a hidden secret,
underneath all of the pieces
so many had tried
to put together,
I found my own
inner healer
who was quite okay.
And I couldn’t help
but love her and me
as she loved
all of the pieces
of her heart.
In the stillness,
I find connection
with the love
that is here,
that is me,
allowing this love
to flow out
into the world.
I am healer
of my own heart.
And I am love.
I found I could,
in any moment,
reset to the quiet
within.
And all of the pieces
of my heart began
to trust and return
to the natural flow
of love remembered.
I settled down
a little more deeply in
to my heart,
holding all I found
outside of me
and within,
no longer wishing
to be some place else,
longing only
to know that very moment
a little more intimately.