I found there is
a power in us
that rises up
in challenging times.
When there seems
to be little hope,
it shows itself.
And then it softens
all that it touches.
And it shows us
how to create
beauty out of pain
and tenderness
where there was
chaos.
Tag: poetry
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.
Path of My Heart
At a certain point,
the only path
I could see
as holding any
possibility for anything
real
wasn’t a path I could
see at all.
It was the one
that unfolded as I
stepped.
Courage to Soften
I learned to listen
to life,
not as a distant,
separate being,
but as a gentle
interpreter
of messages to
deeper parts of
me.
I loved
the tender way
the messages softened
as I found courage
to soften
my own heart
a little more.
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.
Balance Within
Thank you
for kindness.
Thank you for
smiles and notes
and true
connection.
Thank you for
quiet reflections
of peace
as I find
balance within
my own deepest
heart.
Amen
Safely
Thank you
for the continuous
quiet prayer
within my heart,
the one that lights
each needed step
as it appears
and holds me
safely
within each
new moment.
Amen
Within the Unfolding
Life happened
within its own
unfolding.
It happened
within the search
for wholeness,
in the endless reaching
outward,
and in the
surrender to
the delicate balance
of meeting my own
whole Self in each
moment and holding
the pure love
of the sacred space
into which it
always returned.
Connection
The more I began
to focus
on what was
appearing
right in front
of me,
the more I felt
the presence
of my own
wholeness.
There was a holding
and letting go
of what appeared
on the surface
and a sense of
connection
I knew couldn’t be
lost.
A Wider View
A little at a time,
I learned
to trust in
the natural flow
of life.
I learned to
wait a little longer
to form judgements
and interpretations.
I learned to
not wait so long
to reach
for the part
of me
that could see
a wider view
and offer just enough
in each moment.
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