Quiet Reflections and Prayers
There were times when the most loving thing I could do was to let go of all the pieces I had been trying to fit together. I learned to toss it all and trust the right pieces to come back down in each moment.
I learned to trust the part of me that could hold and let go of all of my experiencs. I liked the tenderness of subtle insights and the feeling of connection so much that I was willing to risk taking a path I couldn’t see.
I found there is
a prayer
within us all,
a whisper of hope
gently quieting our
hearts —
reaching through
old wounds and labels —
gathering pieces
of a gentler story
waiting to be
told.
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.
I found peace
in each moment
of choice.
I found it
each time I dared
to look things
straight in the face
and reach
for the most healed
part of me
and others
and for the
divine.
It was a choice.
The option was
always there
to close my eyes
and stop reaching.
But I understood where
that led —
after a while.
I found there was
a choice
in each moment.
I could choose
to follow the flow
of life,
co-creating with it,
or to move
in the other
direction.
And so I began
to choose
the gentler way.
For a while,
I looked to the
outer world for
something that would
offer an answer
or mend the whole
in my heart.
But this journey
had a way of
softening the healer
in me,
little by little —
until the purity
of her love
could no longer be
denied —
until there were
no more holes
in my heart
to be filled.
And life began
to reflect a truer,
gentler me.
At a certain point,
the only path
I could see
as holding any
possibility for anything
real
wasn’t a path I could
see at all.
It was the one
that unfolded as I
stepped.
And so a quiet prayer
was whispered
and felt
beyond words.
And it was known
instantly,
without doubt —
by each piece
of self
in every last place
where it had been
forgotten
that it is
loved, heard,
nurtured, included
and cherished
in every new
moment
of now —
forever.
Amen
Thank you
for kindness.
Thank you for
smiles and notes
and true
connection.
Thank you for
quiet reflections
of peace
as I find
balance within
my own deepest
heart.
Amen
Thank you
for the continuous
quiet prayer
within my heart,
the one that lights
each needed step
as it appears
and holds me
safely
within each
new moment.
Amen
Laurie's Notes 