And so I followed
the words —
each time a little further
back into the silence
I had come to love.
I had acquired the taste
for the gentle transformation
into the subtle knowing,
the quiet prayer
I once tried
to understand
and grasp.
It was the subtle,
wordless connection
with a deeper me,
that one true thing
I was unwilling
to risk losing
that pulled me
ever so sweetly back
into my deepest heart
and straight through
whatever appeared —
honoring and transforming —
shifting all things
with the slightest glimpse
of one untainted thought.
Let me be
a quiet prayer,
a whisper of hope
not quite heard —
the subtle shifting
out of which it forms,
the mysterious somewhere
into which it fades.
Amen
Let our focus be
on listening
a little more deeply,
below the surface —
that we may hear
a different voice —
the quieter,
more subtle knowing
within.
Amen.
