The Most Tender Place

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.

More Tender Than That

I kept searching

until I found

something that could

stop me

in my tracks.

I had let go

of many things.

I had tried so hard

for so long

to sort out

thoughts and all those

wounded places.

I had struggled

and given up.

I had been turned away

and breathed back.

But in that moment,

it was really much

simpler and

more tender

than that.

I found I was

the quiet prayer

in all of it.