I found simplicity
and grace
from silence,
a quiet joy
connecting me
with just the right thought
in just the right moment
and back
to the silent knowing
beyond it.
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I found simplicity
and grace
from silence,
a quiet joy
connecting me
with just the right thought
in just the right moment
and back
to the silent knowing
beyond it.
I found there was
always space
within my heart.
And there was comfort
where words couldn’t go —
the silent places into which
they faded
and appeared again
in different forms
without ever losing
their true essence.
I began to take myself
a little less seriously.
And I laughed a little
each time I remembered
all of the time spent
finding my true voice
and then desiring only
to reflect
this wordless place
I had tried so hard
to leave.
A little bit mysteriously,
silent spaces
became healing thoughts
and faded back
into silence.
And the pieces I had tried
to heal
took on a different meaning
as they faded
into me.
Letting go
of the need to express
what could be seen
or thought,
letting go
into the silence,
I waited for words
to form —
to reflect the purity
of love
I had felt —
just beneath the surface.
I settled down
a little more
into the place
of no words.
And I found it was
quite possible
and most natural
to allow life to unfold
gently from here.
I am the endless prayer
carefully tucked away
and never lost,
a whisper of truth
not quite heard —
the silence
of experience felt
when there are no more words
to remember.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I continued on,
no longer needing
to fill the emptiness
or sort all of the pieces,
trusting completely
in the unsorted heart
and in the mystery
that had carried me
safely back
to my own silent prayers.
At a certain point,
there was nothing else
to do
but hold and honor
all that couldn’t be sorted
and trust
in the mysterious power
of wordless prayers.
And so there was
a quieting,
a sacred holding,
the journey within —
where all was dissolved
into the purest love.