Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found peace
in the quiet way
I learned to hold
and let go
of all that crossed
my path.
I found it
in the silence
within my heart,
often in the middle
of the most difficult
parts of the journey
where the sound
of my own steps
taken in pure faith
and a knowing smile
from a passer-by
became my greatest hope
and inspired me
to keep walking
straight through.
I found myself within
a beautiful motion
of holding
and letting go,
allowing attention
to land
where it pleased,
sometimes pausing —
always continuing —
unattached to labels
or the need to
connect all of the dots
too soon —
holding and honoring
all that crossed
my path
as this most natural
rhythm began to feel
more and more
like home —
letting go into
my own deepest heart.
And so I entered
a state of prayer —
each time a little
more fully
as life continued,
as I continued on
within its mysterious dance —
as thoughts
and feelings appeared
as movements in some
forgotten symphony —
arranging themselves
and landing again
in the most
beautiful silence
that no one movement
could express.
And so I continued on —
holding what appeared
in front of me —
listening with my heart
and letting go
as it faded
and changed before me —
laughing at the silliness
of having tried
so hard
to figure out this life,
grateful that it had
led me safely back
to this state of prayer.
And so
life continued on —
with all of its
ups and downs
and winding story lines.
But I never forgot
or let go
of the peace I had found
at its core.
May we be comforted as we continue on. And may we always honor the tender places within our hearts. Amen
There was a lightness
that came
from not needing
to follow every thought
and a little magic
in the courage it took
to stand
in the silent spaces
in-between.
I came to the place
where there were
no words.
And I knew it was
my own wordless honoring
I had been searching
to find
through all of my attempts
at understanding
and healing.
I began to sense
a deeper story
than what could be known
on the surface.
And I found I had
a deep respect
for all of the pieces
I couldn’t quite
fit together
and for life itself
that I wouldn’t trade
to have walked
an easier path.
I found comfort
in allowing myself
to be
a little unsorted.
And I found a respect
for the unfolding
of life
naturally overflowing
as I continued on
within the mystery.
Laurie's Notes 