Quiet Reflections and Prayers
The decision was made
to cling —
not to any outside thing,
but to the space within.
And there was a shaking
I remembered well,
the point of choice —
to focus on the surface
or sink down a little more
and endure,
to hold my ground —
to never again lose
connection with my heart.
There were no words
to speak.
None were needed.
In fact, the slightest sound
served as a reminder
of all that had been
too much —
distractions from the purity
of the one continuous
silent prayer
of a life
transforming gently
into the quiet whispers
that had carried it
safely back
into that very moment
of reprieve.
Art by MichelleMarie
I held
all that needed holding
in my own heart.
There were notes
and healers
and insights.
There were sleepless nights
and more questions
and a million words unspoken.
There was letting go
and returning.
But looking back,
there was only the holding.
I return
to this place,
unafraid to stand now
in the silence —
to wait for words,
not to explain or create,
but to pour out
all that is
already written
on our hearts.
— Laurie, Heart Space
I found in me
a tender place,
a vulnerability —
the place of
my deepest pain,
beyond my own personal
pain —
passed to me
in hope that I would
have the courage
to honor and let go
of all that was
no longer needed —
to hold
all that was left
with all that appeared
for as long as it took
to transform itself
into something beautiful.
I found myself
in beautiful surrender —
trusting in the unfolding
of all I didn’t quite understand,
yet sensed
ever so subtly
as gently whispered prayers
from within my deepest heart
so many times before.
I had held
few things as pure
as the gentle whispers
of my own untamed heart.
And so I let go
a little more completely —
letting go
of all I had held
so deeply
for so long —
letting go
of each precious piece
so that it might remain
as it was already —
free.
I wondered what
I could possibly be
if I wasn’t all that appeared
on the surface.
And then it occurred to me
that I would be
all that surrounds —
all that is most pure.
I would be
the gentle embrace
of love.
And I would be
free.
I hold this space
just beyond the noise
and struggles
of being
in a healing world.
And when your own
true voice
seems so far,
remember a quiet prayer
was written
in this place for you.
