Softening

Beyond

There was a settling

down

into my heart

that continued to

deepen.

I began to understand

beyond thinking

and listen beyond

words…

I learned to hold

my own shadows

and light —

letting go of ideas

held too tightly

in exchange for

the lightness

of compassion for

myself and others

and the renewed strength

to continue on

as a clearer reflection

of my own quiet

prayer.

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Quieting

Subtle Knowings

Something longed

to know the space

below the surface —

to tune myself

to subtle knowings

of my own unwhispered

prayers.

It startled me

at first

to sense

my own true voice

and notice where

attention landed

when it was allowed

to play.

The subtleness

seemed almost

too tender to hold

without trying

to translate into

words.

But I learned to hold

the forming words

a little longer

and allowed my heart

to lead.

Reflections

My Greatest Hope

It wasn’t about

trying so hard

to create,

really.

Healing my own

shattered heart

was an art,

not a formula.

It took the strength

of each piece

risking to trust

when it would have

made more sense

to turn away.

It took the strength

to reach

and to hold

with open hands —

without grasping

or needing to avoid

being left

alone

in my reaching

while praying

to God that

wouldn’t happen.

It was a risk

that at a certain point

had become

my greatest hope.

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Quieting

And so I stood

as the shattered pieces

of a self finding

its own heart.

There was a

quieting

in the midst

of the chaos

as it began

to sense

the different way

truth was felt

here,

the way it

flowed out

of all of its pieces —

the way it led

gently

into the place of

emptiness,

how it was moved

by the natural beauty

and delicate balance

of the very ground

of its own being —

where it was humbled

and without words

for a moment–

careful

not to impose.

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Sacred Space

I began to

listen a little

more deeply,

noticing without

forming thought

too soon.

I found myself

safely grounded

in the sacred space

of my heart.

I could feel

when truth was

spoken

and recognize

my own true

voice rising

out of the silent

spaces I had longed for

and feared.

And I knew I could

filter it out of

any amount of noise

and clutter.