One day I turned
back, expecting to see
only tattered pieces of
a heart too tired to carry
them any further.
But there I found echoes
of quiet prayers
I wouldn’t have traded
for an easier path.
Tag: Meditation
Prayer of My Heart
I learned to wait
for words to form,
softly–
in remembrance of
the one continuous quiet
prayer of my heart.
One Silent Prayer
When the world begins
to feel like too much again–
When we can no longer sort
all the pieces of our own hearts,
I will close my eyes
and remember the mysterious power
of one silent prayer.
Safe Enough
I returned many times
to the the place of no words.
Each time I learned to trust
and to let go
just a little more completely.
I learned to honor the times
when it became clear
that it was safe enough
to allow whatever remained
unsorted to be set down.
As It Is
I hold what is here
with love –
the natural unfolding –
this clear space,
all of this,
including all that is
painful and confusing.
I accept and love
all of it,
as it is.
To Where My Heart Was Tuned
I found comfort
in the small moments of surrender
when I dared to let go
of everything
and stand in the empty space.
There was tenderness
in the gentle way life began
to flow from there.
And so I returned again
to this place –
trading it all for a quiet prayer
and the chance to follow
to where my heart was tuned.
From There
Life had a way of leading
back to the quiet space within –
to the setting down of all
of the tangled up,
unresolved thoughts –
to the difficult step of tossing everything
up to God.
Time and time again I found myself
in a place of too much –
the only clear option being
to return again humbly
to a state of prayer –
to begin again
from there.
My Deepest Heart
I began to notice moments
of unfolding tenderness.
It was okay if there were
challenging moments.
I had learned that experiences
were always transforming
and, like the wind,
could change course
in an instant.
And it was enough to know
I could, in any moment,
hold or allow myself to be carried
by the sweet, gentle breeze
of my deepest heart.
A Little Less Broken
After a while
a gentler way through the winding
roads of this human journey
became a little clearer
as the pieces of my own
shattered heart began to appear
a little less broken
and a little more like unpolished
treasures entrusted to my care.
I was never without
connection with a deeper space
within the greater whole,
though it seemed
to dance around a bit
through different forms
and natural things —
reaching back again —
softly touching the tender,
hidden spaces I once tried
to resolve.
A Gentle Path
Words became a gentle
path back into the willingness
to feel and to be a little more
present.
After a while, they began
to echo the silence of
my deepest heart —
winding their way through
old wounds —
soothing whatever appeared
along the way.
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