A Place of Reprieve

There were times

when the most pressing work

to be done

was to retrace my steps,

to return to

a place of reprieve —

to soothe

my own heart

a little more.

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From Within

Help us to remember that underneath

all that appears is a quiet space —

where we know we are more than

the parts we play.

Remind us of the sacred art of healing

from within. Amen

A Gentler Me

For a while,

I looked to the

outer world for

something that would

offer an answer

or mend the whole

in my heart.

But this journey

had a way of

softening the healer

in me,

little by little —

until the purity

of her love

could no longer be

denied —

until there were

no more holes

in my heart

to be filled.

And life began

to reflect a truer,

gentler me.

Courage to Soften

I learned to listen

to life,

not as a distant,

separate being,

but as a gentle

interpreter

of messages to

deeper parts of

me.

I loved

the tender way

the messages softened

as I found courage

to soften

my own heart

a little more.

That Same Love

Life continued

to unfold.

There were difficult

moments.

But they were

always held

and honored in

the purest

love.

It was seen

that all things

emerged from

and faded back into

that same

love.

Shattered

It became my way

to follow

the quiet prayer

that had led

me through all

experiences.

There was peace

in touching my own

pure essence

and meeting

all that appeared

from that place —

trusting the safety

found in honoring

my own heart,

however shattered

it may have seemed.

Gently

It began as

a hint of self-love,

a quiet prayer

passed gently

by one or two

who dared

to risk dwelling

in unexplored places

within the heart.

It continued on

as compassion —

carried carefully

by those who had

discovered,

in their own way,

the pain

and beauty

in holding

a separate perspective

and set of original

experiences

that couldn’t be

shared,

not really —

and the tenderness

in reaching

from this place.