A Gentle Surrender

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.

With a Hint of Grace

There was peace in the delicate way I learned to hold all thoughts and emotions and find my way through challenges — not alone, but with a hint of inner grace and trust I hadn’t known before.

I had gained a respect for the sacred journey back to our hearts. Tender places where old wounds lived reminded me of where I had been and the purity of love able to reach through dark places. The intensity of this love remained and softened the need for such extreme contrast.

Always

By grace,

I remembered

the power

of staying centered

within my heart

while offering

my part in the unfolding

of the story

we all share.

I healed

my own heart,

transformed darkness

within myself,

held and let go

of all parts

of me —

traded in every last

resentment in the search

for a deeper truth

and the slightest bit

of hope

for the remembrance

of this sacred journey

called life.

I healed

and transformed trauma

and found

a quiet prayer

connected with truth

and compassion

for all

could travel far —

reaching places

where few words

could go —

joining together

with others —

healing what had seemed

unhealable.

I honored

and traded

my own story

for a prayer.

And so I offer

this living prayer

always.

Amen