Quiet Reflections and Prayers
At a certain point,
the only real
option was to hold
the space within —
to retreat
in surrender
to the quiet prayer
of my heart —
not knowing
how or if
it would affect
anything else.
But it was the only
real option left —
again and again.
The landing became
softer
after a while.
And it didn’t seem
to matter so much
what met me
in that place.
Whatever it was
had to know
the sweetness
of that same
surrender.
I am the space
within my heart,
protected and safe —
free to flow in
any direction
without effort,
without trying
to seek
or learn
or perfect.
I am this —
as I have always
been.
When you reach
a quiet place
and there is
sadness,
when the world
seems a little
too intense
again,
close your eyes
and remember
the softness
of your soul.
It began as
a hint of self-love,
a quiet prayer
passed gently
by one or two
who dared
to risk dwelling
in unexplored places
within the heart.
It continued on
as compassion —
carried carefully
by those who had
discovered,
in their own way,
the pain
and beauty
in holding
a separate perspective
and set of original
experiences
that couldn’t be
shared,
not really —
and the tenderness
in reaching
from this place.
At a certain point
there were no preformed
words —
only the deepening
sense of surrender
to the unfolding
of life
without holding
back —
this flowing love
embracing
more of itself,
naturally —
until it wasn’t clear
exactly
where holding and
letting go
had become
one.
There was a
tenderness
that came out of
having dared to
set down everything
I thought I knew,
for a moment —
so that I could
know my own deepest
heart.
Lead me gently
as I continue on.
Help me to show up
in each moment
with an open heart —
to experience what is
here —
knowing the connection
with my own
inner healer
in each moment —
trusting the ultimate
care of others
to their own —
remembering
the tenderness
and honor
in being a part
of this continuing
mystery
and of this great
love.
Amen
I found my deepest
peace
in turning
down the volume
around me
and within
just enough
so that I could
feel
my own quiet
prayer.
And so I always
returned to
this.
I always returned
to the tenderness
I first knew
to follow.
There were doubts
and questions
and moments where
the path seemed
less clear.
But it always led
me safely back
to the tenderness
within my
heart.
I found I could
remember the purity
of my heart.
I could
allow all parts
of me
to be drawn
gently back
to the place
of natural
calm.
