Quiet Reflections and Prayers
After a while,
life was less
about trying so hard
or forcing
pieces to come together.
It was more about
gently reconnecting
with my own heart,
including those pieces
that were uncomfortable
to hold
at first.
It was about reaching
for a higher self
and back.
It was about holding
and letting go
at the same time —
again and again.
There was a kind
of strength
that came out
of my deepest pain
and mixed with the
tenderness
shattered pieces of
my own heart had
worked so hard
to push down —
because they sensed
the amount of truth
they would cry out
was too much
for any one piece
to hold —
but they were never
seperate, really.
This strength found
a way
to reach up
just once more
when it had been
pushed down
too many times
to count.
This strength stood
and looked
at all that was
painful and terrible —
straight in the face.
And it vowed
to feel its own part
in it.
It agreed to keep reaching
because it had felt
the reaching back
of a hand
holding that same fear
that shook
in its own —
if only for
an instant.
It became clear
that all that had
gone before
had prepared me
perfectly for each
unfolding moment
as I continued on
a little more naturally —
holding, letting go —
listening
as thought
became one continuous,
ever-deepening silent
prayer.
Help us to
notice the place
in our our hearts
where there is
natural calm —
where all parts
are accepted
as they are —
where we intuitively
hold and set free —
where quiet prayers
are whispered and answered
as one movement
Amen
I gathered up
all of the pieces
I once thought
were broken.
And there was
a quieting,
a listening
silent prayer —
no more pushing,
or needing anything
to change.
It was enough
to know
we shared this space
in our hearts.
I began to offer
my own hands —
to listen
and whisper
the silent prayers
of our inner heart
into the world
in hope
that we might
remember.
I honor
all that is
unfolding.
And I hold
this space
where there is
nothing
to be sorted out
or healed.
Amen
I found it is
possible to heal
our own hearts,
not by our own efforting,
but by our willingness
to find
the place within
ourselves and each other
where all is embraced
and released
and by daring to stand
in this place
without understanding,
without knowing how.
When the world
around us
becomes noisy,
when parts of us
have forgotten
the sacred space
from which
we started,
remind us
to hold this space
a little tighter.
Lead us gently back
to quiet places
and safe arms —
that we may be
the healers
and sacred guardians
that we are.
Amen
…
May these words be joined with others.
Help me to offer
my part.
Guide me gently —
that I may express
what is in my heart
in a way that
is most beneficial
to all.
Let me be the living
prayer I was intended
to be
in the first place.
Amen
Laurie's Notes 