I began to listen
to the silence
and to the music
of life —
of notes and pauses —
finding refuge in
the silent spaces
and comfort in
words that flowed out
if I was patient
to wait my turn —
holding and letting go
ever so lightly —
in-between.
Tag: poetry
When We Feel Most Lost
Help us to navigate
during times of confusion —
to sift through
all that comes
to the surface.
Guide us to
safe places
when we feel
most lost.
Remind us of
the effortless,
quiet joy sensed
in the presence
of truth —
that we may
always find our way.
Amen
Reflections of Love
I wish to reflect
all that is soft,
to offer my love
to all that is not —
to remind us
of the sacredness
of the journey
and the beauty
in the transformation.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
No Going Back
Having been touched
by the purity of Love
and untainted truth
at our core,
there is no going back.
Perhaps that is why
our minds fear
the touching.
Perhaps we are afraid
that something will
be lost.
But I assure you,
what is shown
in that moment
is more than enough
to account for
anything that could
ever be lost or gained.
And that moment is only
the first step.
What Is Most True
Give us strength
to stand firm,
to reach for what is
most true,
to find security
not in the things
we have been shown
to grasp,
but in our deepest core —
returning to our
natural place —
trusting those who have
made the trip before us —
reaching for others’ hands —
reaching ahead and behind,
gathering more strength
so that we may do
what we came to do
and share what we came
to share
as healers of our
own hearts.
Amen
Before the Noise
I began to listen
to life —
to show up
and listen
to what was around me,
perhaps as our ancestors
once listened —
before all the noise.
And so I began
to listen
a little more deeply —
not analyzing each sound,
but waiting for the music
to continue,
noticing my own part
within in it
and outside of it.
And I couldn’t imagine
it being any other way.
No Words
Words appear
out of the desire
to somehow reflect
the complete surrender
of trying
to express and comprehend
the unspoken connection
to the natural source
of peace
within my heart
and yours.
But my prayers have
no words.
In Faith
I vowed to continue on —
to take each step
in faith,
rooted firmly
in my heart,
unattached to the need
for outer relief —
holding my ground
in all situtions —
not always quiet,
not needing
to be right
or good enough
or even noticed —
simply playing my part
as it unfolded.
And there was
a beautiful silence
within my heart
I wouldn’t ever try
to fill again.
Over All Else
Let us reach
into the place within
our own hearts
where there is
pure intention —
that others will be
encouraged by our example —
reaching for
true compassion and love
over all else.
Amen
A State of Prayer
And so I entered
a state of prayer —
each time a little
more fully
as life continued,
as I continued on
within its mysterious dance —
as thoughts
and feelings appeared
as movements in some
forgotten symphony —
arranging themselves
and landing again
in the most
beautiful silence
that no one movement
could express.
