I remembered
how I held
all of the pieces
of my own heart,
not knowing
how they would ever
fit together.
And I found comfort
in having taken the journey
and hope in my determination
to continue on
in a healing world.
Tag: hope
Only Love
I found I had
just enough courage
to turn down
the noise,
to reconnect with my own
true voice —
to follow the notes
written on my heart
all the way,
as far as I could reach
until there were
no more words —
only love.
To Listen and To Trust
I stopped trying
to analyze and explain.
I stopped trying
to fix.
I stopped to listen
and to trust
a little more deeply
in my heart.
No Words
I found few words
were needed
to honor
all that crossed my path,
all that came up
from the still unhealed
places.
Often there were
no words at all —
no need to analyze
or fix —
only the complete willingness
to hold
and continue on.
This Sacred Journey
I found there were places
in me
that remained unhealed —
tender places
I wouldn’t offer
in exchange
for the winding path
that led me back
to my Self.
I found healing wasn’t
something that happened
at the beginning
or the end,
but a beautiful unfolding.
And so I honor
this sacred journey.
A Quiet Prayer of Hope
Because what I saw
was so beautiful,
I decided to stay
just beneath the surface
of this life —
to continue to see
what is real
and true —
to offer a quiet prayer
of hope
for us all.
All That Seems Unreachable
I honor the places
in me
and in all of us
that can’t be spoken,
all the attempts
at healing
that turned into
more pain to sort —
all that seems
unreachable.
And I honor the courage
it takes now
to gather up
all of our unhealed wounds
with a purer love
and continue on
from here.
Amen.
I Hold This Prayer
I hold this prayer
for the places
in me
and in all of us
that have been dishonored
and unloved.
I release this prayer
with the tenderness
that comes out
of the courage
to continue on
from here.
Amen.
This Quiet Prayer
I hold this quiet prayer
in my deepest heart
where there are
no words —
only the purest love
that holds
and opens
to the most natural
unfolding
and removes all blocks.
Amen.
The Real Magic
To my surprise,
the real magic of life
didn’t come
in neatly wrapped packages
or at the end a long path.
It came in the last bit
of courage to hold on
a little longer
and to take
just one more step —
not knowing where
it would lead.
It came in the quiet,
tender moments
I couldn’t have planned
and couldn’t imagine
having missed.
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