Quiet Reflections and Prayers
It’s a funny thing,
this love that we are.
Underneath the stories
and details that seem
to fill
every bit of it,
if we look
and listen
just a little
deeper down,
what we take
as facts,
black and white,
this or that,
who we truly are
and what we truly desire,
softens a little
into pure reverence
for what is
and what is becoming.
I began
to blur the surface
details just a little,
trusting the internal,
natural resonance
with truth
I had heard
with my heart.
I found
this gentler way
led to the same
pure place I had
risked everything
to find.
And so I
continued on —
holding my ground —
holding only this.
From within
this state of prayer,
I found my focus
softened —
as the details blurred
a little on the surface
of outer stories
and inner narrations.
Clarity, I found,
not in these things —
but a little deeper down.
Help us to navigate
during times of confusion —
to sift through
all that comes
to the surface.
Guide us to
safe places
when we feel
most lost.
Remind us of
the effortless,
quiet joy sensed
in the presence
of truth —
that we may
always find our way.
Amen
Give us strength
to stand firm,
to reach for what is
most true,
to find security
not in the things
we have been shown
to grasp,
but in our deepest core —
returning to our
natural place —
trusting those who have
made the trip before us —
reaching for others’ hands —
reaching ahead and behind,
gathering more strength
so that we may do
what we came to do
and share what we came
to share
as healers of our
own hearts.
Amen
Let me be still
inside —
that I may notice
the voice of truth
in subtle things
and hold all
that has felt
most disconnected
and unloved.
Let my own heart be
space for healing
of the deepest kind.
Amen
Cover me in words
of the heart,
the untainted —
the inexplicable.
Whisper all that is
most true.
Remind me
again and again.
Tuck your love subtly
into my heart
until there is
nothing else.
Amen
I return
in silent reverence
to this quiet place
tucked away within
my heart,
where there is sadness,
where there is pain —
pain that can’t be labeled
or spoken —
tears left behind in
exchange for
the longing to return —
knowing the power
of standing still
and the sacredness
of the journey back.
— Laurie, What’s Right Here
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.
I hold this space
in my heart,
this once forgotten place,
in honor of all that is
gentle and soft
and all that is mysterious
and unloved –
knowing that,
in this place,
nothing else is needed.
— from earlier notes
Laurie's Notes 