I became willing
to let the surface be
a little bit
unsorted —
holding my ground
and keeping my focus
within the natural calm
of my heart —
holding steady
as a little more
of me
began to reflect
this place.
Tag: peace
Held
Help us
to hold a space
for ourselves
and each other.
Remind us
of the power
in remaining
rooted in our hearts.
Help us to trust
in this natural flow
that has carried us
through unfolding stories,
into silence
and back.
Thank you
for each heart
in which true peace
is held.
Amen
Gently Back
Help us
to see through
all that has
blinded us
from ourselves
and each other.
Remind us of
our true strength
and beauty.
Teach us to honor
both our wholeness
and our brokenness.
Quiet our hearts
and guide us
gently back
to this place
of neutrality —
if only for a moment,
if only in
our own hearts.
Amen
Without Words
I began to get
a sense of
what it meant
to be in the heart,
to notice the peace
I had longed for.
It was quieter
here.
And still I knew
to continue on.
After all,
there really was
no going back
and no clear destination —
only a mysterious
unfolding road
ahead of me
and the most beautiful
prayer I had ever heard —
without any words.
A Quieting
And so there was
a quieting —
a remembrance
of the everlasting
calm.
Tired hands were
closed in silent prayer
instead of busyness
that had once
carried them
away from
this place —
for which they
had searched
for so long.
Here, In My Heart
Through a series
of small surrenders,
I began to linger
a little longer
just below the surface
where there was calm —
where sorting out
seemed to happen
a little more naturally —
somehow settling down
all that dared
to meet me
here, in my heart.
Hidden Within
I learned
to ride the waves
of this life.
I learned not to try
so hard to hold on
to any particular thought
or feeling or form.
And I understood
the beauty within
this natural flow
that is me.
This State of Prayer
I found
miracles happened
when I had entered
this state of prayer
so deeply
that I no longer
needed anything
at all
to shift
on the surface.
There were
no words
and a million
silent prayers
at once.
And I knew
without doubt
that all was well
no matter what.
From This Place
After a while,
the need to struggle
so hard to heal
or find relief
was quieted.
The stories continued
but without the power
to pull me
from my heart.
I became willing
to stand firm
in any storm —
remaining grounded
and humble
and empty
of anything that
could have ever
separated me
from this place.
All That Remained
Though there was
great shaking,
there came a greater
power —
rising from somewhere
deep inside.
After a while,
I turned around
and all that remained
was this.
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