I return again
to silence —
to listen
with the very heart
I once viewed
as broken,
to stand still
where I was once
afraid to pass through —
to find
my deepest comfort
in all that I couldn’t
quite fit together.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
Quiet Reflections and Prayers
I return again
to silence —
to listen
with the very heart
I once viewed
as broken,
to stand still
where I was once
afraid to pass through —
to find
my deepest comfort
in all that I couldn’t
quite fit together.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
I hold this
silent prayer
in my heart —
that you may feel
my love
and remember
your own.
Amen.
Because I had held
all that was difficult
in my own heart,
I continued on —
seeing all that surrounded me
with a little softer focus,
honoring its unfolding
and returning to silence.
At a certain point,
it seemed most fitting
to move in the direction
of emptiness.
And so I settled in
to the silence
within
and a gentler way
of being.
I learned to hold
and let go
of all of my experiences —
to hold a little longer
until all that was painful
was transformed
into something beautiful.
And then I remembered
how to listen directly
to silence.
And so life continued
to unfold
as it had been.
And having let go
of the need to understand
or express
in that moment,
I held
each whispered prayer
as it appeared.
And I became
the wholeness
that had carried me
safely back
to the place of no words.
I found
my deepest healing
in meeting all that appeared
as it was —
choosing in each moment
to surrender to
and gently support
the natural unfolding
of life.
And I found
my deepest comfort
in noticing
the slightest shifting
in silence.
I found my words
always led me back
to emptiness.
And though each time
I dreamed
of what it would be like
to follow a different path,
I knew
by the purity of Love
and the combination
of delight and relief
quieting my soul
that this must be
where I would have
ended up
either way.
It’s a little funny
the long journey
to nowhere really,
following the invisible path
into the heart
that ends up
right back here,
finding so much
and holding on
to nothing,
setting out
to gather,
to share —
knowing then to be
silent.
Remind me how
to listen
to silence,
to be unafraid
to take in
more than I can
ever express —
to be willing
not to understand.
And when I feel I must
reflect some piece
of its wisdom,
point me back
to the silence
within my own heart.
Amen.