Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found wholeness
to be a continuous,
embracing prayer
to and from
the tender place
within my deepest heart.
It included
all parts,
all emotions,
and all struggles.
It included the most
challenging parts
to love
and showed itself
in each moment —
when I was brave enough
to listen
and when I was
afraid.
Having been led
by this quiet prayer,
there was an even
deeper quieting
as I began to see
more clearly
from this place.
The change was so
beautiful and subtle
as everything that no longer
resonated
simply dissolved
into quiet awe —
a million words and none —
all at once.
I began to get
a sense of
what it meant
to be in the heart,
to notice the peace
I had longed for.
It was quieter
here.
And still I knew
to continue on.
After all,
there really was
no going back
and no clear destination —
only a mysterious
unfolding road
ahead of me
and the most beautiful
prayer I had ever heard —
without any words.
When we feel
most lost
and disconnected,
hold us steady.
Remind us we are
rooted firmly
and held
in a deeper place.
Amen
I stand still
in my heart —
in honor of
all that remains
unhealed in me
and in the world.
I honor
the mystery,
the sacred journey,
and the enduring
peace in this place.
I offer
this quiet prayer
as others have done
for me.
Amen
May I meet
this world
and the noise
within
with the grace
of knowing
all parts of myself
and the silence
of my own
deepest heart —
underneath.
When I am tempted
to go a different way,
lead me gently
back.
Amen
In place of
the disconnect
and old dialogues
that used to happen,
all that was
in support of
the deepest kind
of healing
began to rise up.
Old wounds were
honored,
not acted out —
not sifted through.
There was a
new network
of support —
firmly held in place
from a little deeper
down.
Help me to stay
firmly planted
in my deepest heart.
Let this sacred space
be the foreground
of my experience
in the world.
Reflect my silent prayers.
Guide my steps
in this moment
and the next.
Amen
And so I began
to listen
to a softer voice,
one that seemed
to begin
as a whisper.
And though there was
great shaking
as old ways
faded,
I held on to
the quiet place
in my own heart —
letting go
of all that left.
And though
there was pain
in going this way,
all I remember
is the tenderness
of the gentle whisper
from my own heart
reminding always,
no matter what,
I’m still here.
I eventually chose
healing above
all else.
I chose to use
every experience,
without exception,
as a stepping stone
to the place
of neutrality —
where there was
a quieting,
a letting go –
a reconnection
and resetting —
where clear thought,
and actions
could arise.
And I found
each moment
of reconnection
far outweighed
anything I had tried
in its place.
Laurie's Notes 