Waiting for Words

Waiting for Words

I found there is

a prayer

within us all,

a whisper of hope

gently quieting our

hearts —

reaching through

old wounds and labels —

gathering pieces

of a gentler story

waiting to be

told.

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Softening

Beyond

There was a settling

down

into my heart

that continued to

deepen.

I began to understand

beyond thinking

and listen beyond

words…

I learned to hold

my own shadows

and light —

letting go of ideas

held too tightly

in exchange for

the lightness

of compassion for

myself and others

and the renewed strength

to continue on

as a clearer reflection

of my own quiet

prayer.

Continuing On, Softening

Unafraid

During times

of great shifting,

when emotions were

intense

and bodies

and minds tired

most easily

with each added thought

and moment of

learning,

I found it was

possible to return

my focus

to the stillness

within

and count every

single piece of

wisdom gained as valuable —

while being willing

to hold it

lightly —

remaining unafraid

to release all

into the creative space

I learned to

embrace again

and again,

each time a little more

completely,

as I continued on.

Quieting

A Gentler Me

For a while,

I looked to the

outer world for

something that would

offer an answer

or mend the whole

in my heart.

But this journey

had a way of

softening the healer

in me,

little by little —

until the purity

of her love

could no longer be

denied —

until there were

no more holes

in my heart

to be filled.

And life began

to reflect a truer,

gentler me.

Reflections

Unsorted

I found life wasn’t

as black and white

as I had once thought.

I found I was made up

of many parts.

And so was

everyone else.

I found that

not only was I not

any one part,

my parts contained

their own potentials.

There were pieces

of denial

to be released.

There were parts

I judged

and pushed against

and later embraced.

And there was

the day I realized

I was more

than the many parts

of the whole.

And I became

determined to remain

unsorted.

From A Quiet Prayer, Softening, What's Right Here

Softening

There was a

softening

of the story

on the surface,

a gentle resetting.

The default emotion

become one of

peace,

the very thing

my heart had

longed for

and called me to.

There was a more

natural connection

with all of life,

a gentle unfolding

of the quiet prayer

within my heart.

Silent pauses became

welcome parts

of the relaxation into

a gentler way

of being.