I stand still
in my heart —
in honor of
all that remains
unhealed in me
and in the world.
I honor
the mystery,
the sacred journey,
and the enduring
peace in this place.
I offer
this quiet prayer
as others have done
for me.
Amen
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As a Prayer
No longer needing
to be neatly sorted,
I continued on
in search
of my own
true voice —
honoring all that had
gone before —
following the
painfully subtle
whispers —
gently shedding
all that was
no longer needed —
continuing on
as a prayer
that would forever
find its way.
As a Prayer
Let us be
brave enough
to continue to follow
the path of our hearts,
the whisper of hope —
that mysterious pull
to search and explore
and feel the story
beneath the surface —
no longer out of the need
to be fixed
or to fix,
but because we have
felt that longing
in our chests
and dared
to set it down —
to feel the emptiness
in our hands,
if only for a moment.
Help us to trust
in our own ability
to hold this life
a little more gently —
to be willing
to continue on
in each moment —
as a prayer.
Amen
In Trust
There were times
when the absolute best
I could do
was take the very next
needed step in trust
that the next
would appear
just as needed —
just as it had
always been.
And in-between these
small leaps of faith,
the voices of doubt grew
so much quieter
that I found myself
straining to hear —
as if their presence
could offer
any real security.
Funny, I had thought
they did.
Unfolding
Underneath all that appears
on the surface,
I am the space
within my heart.
And I am
the unfolding —
the sacred journey back
to stillness.
A Gentler Way of Being
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.
