May we be comforted as we continue on. And may we always honor the tender places within our hearts. Amen
Tag: poetry
One True Thing
It was the subtle,
wordless connection
with a deeper me,
that one true thing
I was unwilling
to risk losing
that pulled me
ever so sweetly back
into my deepest heart
and straight through
whatever appeared —
honoring and transforming —
shifting all things
with the slightest glimpse
of one untainted thought.
Into the Quiet Space and Safely Back
I immersed myself
in subtle healing thoughts,
gently guiding all parts
of me
into the quiet,
wordless space within
and safely back
to where we were one.
Mysterious Somewhere
Let me be
a quiet prayer,
a whisper of hope
not quite heard —
the subtle shifting
out of which it forms,
the mysterious somewhere
into which it fades.
Amen
Into the Silent Spaces
At a certain point,
it seemed fitting
to sink down
a little more into
the silent spaces
within my heart,
to reach beyond
the complexities of being
in a healing world.
It seemed most natural
to search for this place
in others,
to let go
of the outdated ideas
of healing and peace
and to show up in a new way —
to embrace the unknown
with honor
and openness —
to become willing to participate
in our own evolution —
trusting the way to be shown.
The Quiet Prayer
Somewhere along the way,
in the middle of
the journey
and the remembrance
of a deeper me,
came a subtle,
wordless honoring
and the longing to find
and become
the quiet prayer
not quite spoken
or heard
in that mysterious,
magical place
of in-between.
The Quiet Knowing
And so there was
a lightening,
a stepping back
and continuing on,
a fork in the road,
a line drawn in the sand,
the quiet knowing
deep down
that it was possible
to be in the world
and also in my heart.
No Words
And so there was
a sacred reunification
with life.
Each moment became
a gentle reminder
of the subtle beauty
and grace
of being
in my heart
and in a healing world,
a point of reference
for which there was
no creatable experience
to match
and no words
to express
or explain.
Courage To Hold It All
Life became
a series of
small surrenders
to a gentler way
of being
in my heart
and in the world —
trusting in what appeared
and faded —
knowing both the space behind
and the unfolding story
at once
and having the courage
and inner strength
to hold it all.
In-between
For the times
when there are
no words
to express what is
in our hearts,
give us courage
to hold
the quiet spaces
in-between.
Amen
