Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I return to silence,
to truth.
And out of THIS silence
comes a new voice,
the voice of my soul
and the courage to speak
from THIS place —
no longer held captive
by the thoughts
that are not quite me.
Let them be
there.
Let it all
be there.
I will be
in a different place —
in reverence
of what is true.
There was something
beautiful
in allowing life
to fall
quiet for a moment —
allowing the surface
to not be
as my mind
would have it.
I understood
most deeply,
in the quiet times,
the value in following
my heart —
even if it whispered
subtly,
without words —
even if it was
my only connection
on earth —
even if it led
to just one meaningful
thought.
I began to have
a different relationship
with my experiences.
They had become
precious pieces
within a deeper flow,
a way to listen
to life
that led most gently
back to the silent
reverence
within my own
untamed heart.
I held on
to a tiny whisper
from my heart
and the smallest bit
of silent space.
I had tried
all other ways
and sensed the time
had come to risk
all that was left
and let go of my mind’s
idea of how
this thing should go.
Anyway, that tiny whisper
couldn’t be ignored
much longer.
The way
to a new place
was through
all I didn’t know —
the most tender place,
this place of
in-between.
There was peace
in being
without words —
allowing
all that was
too much
to be —
waiting for
a more subtle message
to form —
wating for our hearts
to speak.
When there are
no words
to express,
when there seems
to be no next move,
I will stand still.
I will honor
the space in our
deepest hearts.
And I will continue on —
as a prayer.
I found life
continued to unfold —
each of us
doing our best
to listen
to our own quiet prayer,
getting lost
and returning
again and again
to silence.
I found it a bit
humorous
after a while —
all the trying
to understand and
interpret.
And so I continued on
as a part of
the mystery —
a little lighter —
participating without ever
leaving the space
within my deepest heart
and just below
the surface.
It didn’t matter
how cold
the world got
because I always
remembered the day
I found
I wasn’t here
all alone —
when without a sound
I began to sense
a love that
could never
not be.
Help us
to hold a space
for ourselves
and each other.
Remind us
of the power
in remaining
rooted in our hearts.
Help us to trust
in this natural flow
that has carried us
through unfolding stories,
into silence
and back.
Thank you
for each heart
in which true peace
is held.
Amen
I began to get
a sense of
what it meant
to be in the heart,
to notice the peace
I had longed for.
It was quieter
here.
And still I knew
to continue on.
After all,
there really was
no going back
and no clear destination —
only a mysterious
unfolding road
ahead of me
and the most beautiful
prayer I had ever heard —
without any words.
Laurie's Notes 