If I must choose
a thing to be in this world,
let me be a prayer —
a whisper —
that I might float freely
on the wind
and always find my way
to your heart
and mine.
Tag: healing
Never Broken
In my search for healing,
I found I could stand
in anything.
I found I could
remain connected
with my deepest heart,
even when the reflection I saw
didn’t match —
when holding it
tired my tireless spirit
and letting go wasn’t an option
just yet.
And there, in that holding,
I found I could
never be broken.
Sacred Spaces
Thank you
for sacred spaces
where whispers are felt
with the heart —
where all is held
safely in love’s embrace.
Amen.
In Pieces
One day
I began to see
the natural beauty
hidden just beneath
the surface of this life.
And instead of trying
to sort it all out
at once,
I let go
a little more
into the mystery
and held on
ever so lightly
to each new moment
as it transformed itself
into the next
and love revealed herself
in pieces.
One Tiny Prayer
And so I held on,
watching for a sign
that this world
had not yet forgotten
the sound of its own
true voice.
And as I waited
beneath the noise
and distractions,
my heart let go
of one tiny prayer —
that it might
find its way
to another heart
that had run out of words
before we ran out of hope.
From Within
I found beauty
in the listening,
in the sinking down
and holding —
in the willingness
to let go
and witness the unfolding
of this life from within.
From A Quiet Prayer
I found my way
to the very center
of my heart.
And within the purity
of love
in that place,
I became
the quiet prayer
that had led me
to that moment
and continued on.
Forever
I found peace
in looking a little deeper —
through the stories
on the surface.
And though I couldn’t
quite explain
what I had found,
I saw that quiet space
in everything.
And I was changed
forever.
Where There Is Peace
I hold this quiet prayer —
holding a little longer
in the stillness
between our two hearts —
holding where there is
no more waiting
to be free —
where there is peace.
Amen.
From Her Deepest Heart
Sometimes love calls out,
having seen the beauty
of her own true essence
beneath all things.
Look deeper! She shouts,
only to be pushed aside.
But she remembers
that her voice
is heard most clearly
in a whisper
from her own deepest heart.
And embracing her grief —
as a quiet prayer —
she waits.
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