One day I turned
back, expecting to see
only tattered pieces of
a heart too tired to carry
them any further.
But there I found echoes
of quiet prayers
I wouldn’t have traded
for an easier path.
Tag: prayer
Prayer of My Heart
I learned to wait
for words to form,
softly–
in remembrance of
the one continuous quiet
prayer of my heart.
One Silent Prayer
When the world begins
to feel like too much again–
When we can no longer sort
all the pieces of our own hearts,
I will close my eyes
and remember the mysterious power
of one silent prayer.
Safe Enough
I returned many times
to the the place of no words.
Each time I learned to trust
and to let go
just a little more completely.
I learned to honor the times
when it became clear
that it was safe enough
to allow whatever remained
unsorted to be set down.
For a While
And so I remembered how to listen
to a different voice.
It was in that moment I knew
for sure that I could trust again
in the mysterious unfolding
of life.
I had, for a while,
turned my back
on the quiet prayer of my heart –
the one thing that connected me with
all that was true and real,
only to return stronger
and with greater reverence
for all that was human
and all that was Divine.
Without a Doubt
I learned the value of
tenderness and became willing to
set down many things in exchange for
a deeper connection with life.
I knew without a doubt that
whatever appeared would eventually lead
back to a tender place in my own heart.
And so I became willing to bear the ache
of leftover traces of unhealed and
unresolved experiences —
to be in a place where there are
no guarantees —
to show up in each moment
with a quiet prayer and renewed reverence
for the sacred journey,
however it unfolded.
As a Prayer
I vowed to continue on –
settling in a little more deeply –
holding what was right there
in front of me
as best I could –
embracing each new moment
as a prayer.
Never Again
I learned to find my way
back to the quiet space
within.
I learned to be okay
with a prayer
and a tiny spark of hope.
And I remembered
to never again let go
of my heart.
♡
And so the essence
of every experience became
a prayer —
a continuous flow of love
that had breathed me
back to life.
Again
It was difficult to hold
many things.
It was difficult to comprehend
that the world wasn’t
how it appeared on the surface.
I had known that at an early age
and had continued on.
It was disheartening to know
and be unable to be heard —
as so many times before.
Yet I remained thankful for strength
to hold it all anyway —
and to remain connected
to God and to my heart
this time
and to welcome new friends
and new experiences
as I learned to notice
and nurture the smallest
bit of hope and pure joy
again.
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