I hold this space
in honor
of all that is
being worked out,
softened,
and transformed
by this mysterious love
of which we are a part.
Amen
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I hold this space
in honor
of all that is
being worked out,
softened,
and transformed
by this mysterious love
of which we are a part.
Amen
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.
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.
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.
I found myself
in beautiful surrender —
trusting in the unfolding
of all I didn’t quite understand,
yet sensed
ever so subtly
as gently whispered prayers
from within my deepest heart
so many times before.