Unsorted

Unsorted

I found there were

places along the

winding path

of my heart

that remained

unsorted.

It was these unresolved

pieces of my own story

that I came to honor

as doorways

into the mysterious —

the place where words

couldn’t go

and only the purest love

was felt

in their place.

From A Quiet Prayer

A State of Prayer

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.