Quiet Reflections and Prayers
In my search for healing,
I found I could stand
in anything.
I found I could
remain connected
with my deepest heart,
even when the reflection I saw
didn’t match —
when holding it
tired my tireless spirit
and letting go wasn’t an option
just yet.
And there, in that holding,
I found I could
never be broken.
Thank you
for sacred spaces
where whispers are felt
with the heart —
where all is held
safely in love’s embrace.
Amen.
One day
I began to see
the natural beauty
hidden just beneath
the surface of this life.
And instead of trying
to sort it all out
at once,
I let go
a little more
into the mystery
and held on
ever so lightly
to each new moment
as it transformed itself
into the next
and love revealed herself
in pieces.
I found beauty
in the listening,
in the sinking down
and holding —
in the willingness
to let go
and witness the unfolding
of this life from within.
I found peace
in the me that showed up
in each moment,
unconditionally —
to hold a space,
a prayer —
for whatever needed to be
loved into being.
I found my way
to the very center
of my heart.
And within the purity
of love
in that place,
I became
the quiet prayer
that had led me
to that moment
and continued on.
Sometimes love calls out,
having seen the beauty
of her own true essence
beneath all things.
Look deeper! She shouts,
only to be pushed aside.
But she remembers
that her voice
is heard most clearly
in a whisper
from her own deepest heart.
And embracing her grief —
as a quiet prayer —
she waits.
