There was
a turning around —
a softening —
a quiet letting go —
a returning to
my own natural center.
And there,
finally.
was peace.
Tag: peace
Courage to Wait
Because I dared
to stop
to hear
the faintest
whisper
of a prayer,
I sensed
the time had come
to take the bravest
move of all —
to see that,
in the end,
winning and being right
was exchanged
for words
from a higher place
and the courage
to wait for them
to form.
The Most Tender Place
I held on
to a tiny whisper
from my heart
and the smallest bit
of silent space.
I had tried
all other ways
and sensed the time
had come to risk
all that was left
and let go of my mind’s
idea of how
this thing should go.
Anyway, that tiny whisper
couldn’t be ignored
much longer.
The way
to a new place
was through
all I didn’t know —
the most tender place,
this place of
in-between.
Only This Place
It was a delicate thing
to hold
all the pieces
of my own shattered
heart —
setting down everyting
I had gathered
again and again —
listening deeply
without knowing
exactly how –
pulling my very
sense of self
back —
waiting for words
to form
only from this place —
speaking only
to this place —
where there was
peace
and the courage
to continue on.
Naturally
There was a kind
of relief
in realizing
I didn’t need to
fit all of the pieces
together.
I didn’t need to
force feeling better.
I didn’t need
to force anything
or be anything
other than what
was there
naturally —
underneath.
Resolve
And so I
jumped to the core
of my heart —
because there was
nowhere else
to search —
or because I sensed
the directness
of that move
and the resolve
of all the pieces
of my heart
to lead me
to the peace
I knew was there.
Shine
Let the love
that is
who we are
at our deepest core
shine a little brighter.
Let there be
a beautiful space
in our hearts.
Let there be
peace.
Amen
Without a Sound
It didn’t matter
how cold
the world got
because I always
remembered the day
I found
I wasn’t here
all alone —
when without a sound
I began to sense
a love that
could never
not be.
From This Place
Having been led
by this quiet prayer,
there was an even
deeper quieting
as I began to see
more clearly
from this place.
The change was so
beautiful and subtle
as everything that no longer
resonated
simply dissolved
into quiet awe —
a million words and none —
all at once.
Where There Was Calm
This listening prayer
began to feel
less like doing
and more like
falling —
a trading in
of tightly held ideas
of what this life
should be —
an ever so slight
clinging
to only the empty
space in my heart
where there was
calm.
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