It was always
tender
to reach the point
where words couldn’t
go —
where my own
questions, directed
outward, became added
noise.
And I knew it was
up to me
to interpret the
unspoken
wisdom of my heart
once more —
as best I could —
without knowing
exactly how.
At a certain point,
I looked back
and realized
it had been
a sacred journey
into my heart
all along.
It had seemed
painfully subtle
at times.
But it was always
sacred.
Words began
to flow out
from within.
But it was
the surrender
in each moment
and connection
with my own
inner healer
that helped me
to become
the continuous
quiet prayer
I had heard
so clearly
in my heart.
At a certain point,
turning back
wasn’t really an
option.
Continuing to
push and try
to force any pieces
to fit at all
began to look
a little silly.
And so I vowed
to allow
myself to blend
a little more
completely
with the quiet prayer
I held within
my heart.
For the nurturers
of consciousness
and holders
of all things
sacred and
unseen,
I offer my quiet
prayer
and vow to continue
to honor
and follow
the sacred unfolding
of the path of
the heart.
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.
There was
a delicate tenderness
in the ability
and willingness
to look beyond
the surface of all
things —
to stand firmly
in my heart
in all instances —
to refuse to miss
treasures hidden
within —
to renew my vow
with each step —
to always find
the path of my
heart.
