I continued on —
holding and honoring
and letting go
of all that appeared
until there was nothing
I couldn’t meet
with love
and rise above.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I continued on —
holding and honoring
and letting go
of all that appeared
until there was nothing
I couldn’t meet
with love
and rise above.
And so I held on,
watching for a signÂ
that this world
had not yet forgotten
the sound of its own
true voice.
And as I waited
beneath the noise
and distractions,
my heart let go
of one tiny prayer —
that it might
find its way
to another heart
that had run out of words
before we ran out of hope.