When we reach the place where there are no more words, I will sit with you. And I will wait. And I will hold a different kind of prayer, the one that comes from our deepest hearts — the one whispered to my own soul in my darkest hour. And I will become this silent prayer that listens and vows to hold this place in me and in you — forever. Amen.
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Silent Prayers
I began to offer
my own hands —
to listen
and whisper
the silent prayers
of our inner heart
into the world
in hope
that we might
remember.
Being Healer
Being healer
meant reaching in
for that last bit
of courage
to reach out
just one more time.
It meant taking
the pieces of
my heart
to safe places
and remembering how
to hold them.
It meant using
my flexibility
to continue on
as I was guided
to new places.
It meant using
my ability
to listen
a little more deeply
and to finally
understand that
the place I had
searched so hard
to find
was the sacred space
within my own
heart.
Small Moments
Thank you
for small moments
of in-between —
for this is where
I can hear
my own
quiet voice.
Amen
Space for Healing
I declare a truce,
a respite,
a little space
for healing —
here,
in the stillness
of my heart.
— Laurie, Heart Space
Out of Silence
It was neccesary
to find
space for healing
in my own heart.
And so there was
a quieting,
a sinking down —
a leaping past
old triggers and
thoughts
for a moment
so that I could
turn around
and walk through
all that was in need
of healing
from a different direction —
out of silence.
Prayer of My Heart
Little by little,
I stopped believing
in the stories
of the mind
until one day
I turned around
and searched for
that place in me
where I used
to struggle against
my own self —
where I could be
knocked off-center
by any outside force —
that place that sent me
searching desperately
time and time again
for another someone
or another something
to address
our separateness
and fill the emptiness.
But on this day,
I realized I had
set it all down
in exchange for
the one continuous,
never-ending
prayer of my heart.
As a Prayer
No longer needing
to be neatly sorted,
I continued on
in search
of my own
true voice —
honoring all that had
gone before —
following the
painfully subtle
whispers —
gently shedding
all that was
no longer needed —
continuing on
as a prayer
that would forever
find its way.
No Words Needed
Thank you
for this quiet prayer
that frees my attention
to focus again
on this experience
in front of me
and to follow
where it leads.
May it always return
to the quiet space
in my heart —
where all experience
is honored —
where there is
always just enough
understanding and insight —
where no words
are needed
but flow
out sweetly anyway.
Amen
Gently
Because I had grown tired
of all the trying
so hard
to find my way
back to my own heart,
I found peace
in the simplicity
of the surrender
and natural movement
that happened
in reconnecting with
and being
the quiet prayer
that had guided me
ever so gently
back to itself.
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