Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It began as
a hint of self-love,
a quiet prayer
passed gently
by one or two
who dared
to risk dwelling
in unexplored places
within the heart.
It continued on
as compassion —
carried carefully
by those who had
discovered,
in their own way,
the pain
and beauty
in holding
a separate perspective
and set of original
experiences
that couldn’t be
shared,
not really —
and the tenderness
in reaching
from this place.
At a certain point
there were no preformed
words —
only the deepening
sense of surrender
to the unfolding
of life
without holding
back —
this flowing love
embracing
more of itself,
naturally —
until it wasn’t clear
exactly
where holding and
letting go
had become
one.
May we find
a place of
stillness within.
And may we
live
from this place.
Amen
There was a
tenderness
that came out of
having dared to
set down everything
I thought I knew,
for a moment —
so that I could
know my own deepest
heart.
Lead me gently
as I continue on.
Help me to show up
in each moment
with an open heart —
to experience what is
here —
knowing the connection
with my own
inner healer
in each moment —
trusting the ultimate
care of others
to their own —
remembering
the tenderness
and honor
in being a part
of this continuing
mystery
and of this great
love.
Amen
I found my way
to the gentle healer
within,
the part
that had included
and transformed
other parts
of me.
And I found
the deepest kind
of relief
and calm
as she reached
for the parts
that had been carefully
hidden.
Lead me
gently back
to the tenderness
within my
heart.
Soothe my scattered
mind.
Hold my weary
soul.
Love me
when I have
forgotten
how to love
my Self.
Amen
I found I could
turn down the volume
within
and around me
quite naturally.
I found I could
listen just beneath
the surface.
It took a little
while to remember
how to trust
my own heart —
just a little
while.
I gathered all
parts of me,
even those
most difficult
to hold.
And I held all
of me —
all of them.
It didn’t matter
how long it took
or that there was,
in fact,
no guarantee
that my holding
would make any
difference at all.
And I honored all
that had led me
to that point —
all of it —
because I had
made it to my
deepest heart.
And I set
it all
down.
I found I could
remember the purity
of my heart.
I could
allow all parts
of me
to be drawn
gently back
to the place
of natural
calm.
Laurie's Notes 