Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I learned the value
in aligning
with my own
heart.
Old patterns
fell away as
I continued to love
all of the many
different parts of
Self.
The goal in each
new moment became
accepting and
integrating parts of
the whole,
allowing love
to flow more freely
from within.
More and more
attention was placed
on the embrace
of love
that enveloped
all of my
experiences.
It no longer
made sense
to continue focusing
anything less into
form.
Life continued
to unfold.
There were difficult
moments.
But they were
always held
and honored in
the purest
love.
It was seen
that all things
emerged from
and faded back into
that same
love.
The longing
to know the deepest
kind of peace
led to questions
and surrenders.
It led to an expanded
view of life
and pain
and love.
It led to my own
deepest heart
and to the quiet prayer
that reached back —
recognized
and honored at last
as my own true
voice.
For the nurturers
of consciousness
and holders
of all things
sacred and
unseen,
I offer my quiet
prayer
and vow to continue
to honor
and follow
the sacred unfolding
of the path of
the heart.
Amen
It began as
a hint of self-love,
a quiet prayer
passed gently
by one or two
who dared
to risk dwelling
in unexplored places
within the heart.
It continued on
as compassion —
carried carefully
by those who had
discovered,
in their own way,
the pain
and beauty
in holding
a separate perspective
and set of original
experiences
that couldn’t be
shared,
not really —
and the tenderness
in reaching
from this place.
Lead me gently
as I continue on.
Help me to show up
in each moment
with an open heart —
to experience what is
here —
knowing the connection
with my own
inner healer
in each moment —
trusting the ultimate
care of others
to their own —
remembering
the tenderness
and honor
in being a part
of this continuing
mystery
and of this great
love.
Amen
Lead me
gently back
to the tenderness
within my
heart.
Soothe my scattered
mind.
Hold my weary
soul.
Love me
when I have
forgotten
how to love
my Self.
Amen
Somehow I have learned
to hold
a little longer,
to listen
a little deeper,
to stand in chaos
and find only clarity,
to look through
all that is here
and see only beauty —
to reach deep down
into the depths
of despair
and know only love.
I found all things
responded to
being gently held…
and gently set
down.
Laurie's Notes 