Together

For the parts

of us

that grieve

for all that

can’t be expressed

in words,

for the frustration

that comes

when words are

attempted

and seen to be

insufficient,

I offer my deepest

silent prayer.

Know that we don’t

grieve alone —

even when it seems

we are on opposing sides

on the surface.

Somewhere, below

the surface stories

and very real

pain,

we know we are

connected.

And we know

there is a part

of us that

is healed.

May it continue

to whisper

as we find courage

to hold our grief

and our healing

together.

Amen

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In Compassion

I learned to move

in compassion.

I chose to notice

subtle insights

and find clarity.

I chose to know

myself more deeply

as both body

and spirit,

in this body for

a purpose I didn’t always

understand.

I chose to experience

negative emotions

and challenges

in new ways

and allow myself to be

drawn to new experiences

I didn’t know existed.

These new experiences

showed themselves

to me

as one continuous

quiet prayer.

And so I honored

this journey

in myself and

others.

Unsorted

I found life wasn’t

as black and white

as I had once thought.

I found I was made up

of many parts.

And so was

everyone else.

I found that

not only was I not

any one part,

my parts contained

their own potentials.

There were pieces

of denial

to be released.

There were parts

I judged

and pushed against

and later embraced.

And there was

the day I realized

I was more

than the many parts

of the whole.

And I became

determined to remain

unsorted.

When There Seemed to be None

I found life to be

more complex

than the old

boxed-in thought

that had made sense

for a while.

It wasn’t about

being on the right

team

or choosing

one clear path

over another.

It was about

becoming honest

with myself

and seeing parts of me

in others,

even the most difficult

to face

or heal.

It was about

refusing to stay

stuck in old patterns

and daring to find

creative solutions

when there seemed to be

none.