Within the surrender
to the natural flow
of life,
the need to cling
or alter
was replaced
with a deepening reverence.
The me that once needed
to be understood and healed
was transformed
into a quiet prayer.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
Within the surrender
to the natural flow
of life,
the need to cling
or alter
was replaced
with a deepening reverence.
The me that once needed
to be understood and healed
was transformed
into a quiet prayer.
May we be
the respite —
holding space
for rest
and continued healing
Amen.
Having seen the beauty
underneath,
I feared I might
have to leave —
to choose to stand again
on the surface.
And so I continued on
until it became clear
that there was
really nothing to fear
and nothing to choose —
only love.
I began to notice
the quieter,
natural kind of joy
that came
out of the most
subtle shifting
of my own heart.
And I knew it was
safe to trust
in the unfolding
of my own path
and yours
and in this
emerging love.
And so life became
a little more magical
with each tiny surrender
as I learned to trust —
as I remembered
the real magic within.
One day I found
my thoughts
had begun to fall
too quickly.
And so I tossed
them all
back up
and waited
for words to come
down again
a little more slowly —
a little more gently —
a little more directly
into the emptiness
of me.
I reached a place
that could only be found
by turning around —
not by struggling
to transform a part of me
that was broken,
but by meeting
my own wholeness
from within.
And so I began
to trust
my own heart
to interpret
all that was unclear —
to allow the pieces
to fall back down
gently —
in a way I could understand.
I came to the place
where there were
more questions
than answers.
And there I found
a sweetness
in the surrender
to the unfolding
of both answers
and mystery.
My heart chose
to linger
a little longer,
to listen
a little more reverently —
to be moved
by tenderness —
daring always to wait
for the next step to appear
in that mysterious place
of in-between.