My inner strength comes from these activities, spending quiet time in the morning, walking in nature, gratitude time in the evening, or stepping outside with hand on heart breathing in fresh air.
When in difficult situations, I have learned to listen in silence, focus on what is being spoken, then take a few breathes, ask for guidance, trusting my inner voice.
Wrote this poem when I was spending quiet time one morning.
For me, I experience the simple silent strength when I yield to the Holy Spirit. I feel confident and sure of myself because He is with me, guiding me to succeed
I have been pondering a mystery: how God, who is a community of perfect love, even before the world began, invites me to enter into a relationship with Him and to live my life connected intimately to that love. it’s like I know I am never going to be God and God is always Other. But somehow he draws all of us who desire it into this new level of being that is beyond our wildest dreams. I yearn for that and yet the day to day humdrum pulls me away from it. I know my strength, and my joy is in that silence, strength of being connected and loved by him. It’s so hard to explain, but it’s so real.
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Listening, learning, loving is my key and goal for simple silent strength. Listening is the simple part when having conversations that may bring conflict or listening for guidance. Learning is a product of what you hear when listening in silence. Concentrate on common views or goals rather than differences. Loving is the focal point of my strength. The love of God and guidance along with self love result in love and respect for others. Simply listening in silence for divine guidance, inspiration, common goodness in others brings me peace and spiritual growth on my journey of life. Thank you Graham for the inspiration and warmth of your thoughts. Blessings on your journey.
Graham, sometimes I find what you write a little scary. This is because while we live thousands of miles away and are separated by many, many years, your Tuesday Reflections and mine are in sync and very often similar in tone. This was my poem, written today. Morning Silence: Before chaos rains it’s havoc upon the day, there is a silence, a time to inhale the magnolia scented air. A time to feel the soft, gentle breeze caressing the face and cooling the body. A time to hear a whispering heart. A time to be grateful to the Mother for her selfless giving, for her loving way, for the peace She helps me find.
Graham, it seems I do this every day. I wake up ponder thoughts, read my devotions and scripture from the Bible, and then have prayer time with God. As you and most people know by now, God is the one and only sustainable source in my life from whom guidance comes from for me. In order to do that, I need to be breathe, be still, and silent or quiet enough to understand His will for my life. Several weeks ago, I temporarily wondered away if you will from God letting my sinful pride overrule. It drained the energy out of me which it always does when I do that. I have flaws, and being very independent is one of them. By the end of that particular weekend, I reached out to several in this community for prayer support. By the end of the weekend, God laid on my heart to write a song called "Find My Way Back." That song is literally what transpired from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. I've shared the song on my substack page, "One Day at a Time," Below is a link to that song. Basically, I temporarily walked away not from my faith, but thinking I knew better than God for just a little while. God never leaves us or forsakes us. He always welcomes his children back because of his unfailing love. This song is a constant reminder to me that I will eventually "Find My Way Back" home to God. God is where I draw my strength from. Thank you for letting me share this with the community.
This poem was so moving for me as it’s much like my daily morning prayer. So I wrote this based on that daily experience of connecting with God and allowing Him to be my silent strength for each and every day. One of the things I appreciate most about you, Graham, is your openness and acceptance of people on whatever path they are on. Love and acceptance are always right. I’m curious about the photo you shared with this poem. You always credit artists, so I wondered if this was a creation of yours. Maybe you later in life? Someone you met or imagined? I hope you’ll share about the picture. In the meantime, here’s what came to me from your prompt. Thanks for the opportunity for each of us to share creatively this week.
As of late... my silent strength has come out of loss...I found that God needs me to be still at times so I can hear where and what He needs me to do... and then go do it... I am still working through a lot of things but my journey is changing and I am praying for God to show me the way so that I can better serve my family and friends... thank you Graham for sharing your thoughts and poems..I have enjoyed everything I have watched and listened to and the comments from everyone are great....🙏😊
My body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. Whenever I feel any sort of conflict stirring in me or when I am apprehensive about meeting a new challenge, I just pray, “Come Holy Spirit and fill me with your guidance and peace”. This gives me the simple, silent, strength I need to face anything God chooses to place in my path.
Silence is golden, it’s means so much to different people, you have to be silent to hear God speak to you, that’s where we get the words, Silence is Golden….
Reading your poem today, I had a light, I believe that from now on I will have my writing back...
Thank you for the poem, and for allowing me to bring you inside my heart, and thus have my inspiration again.
"Listening to the voice of silence, I hear my heart, in each beat I feel the strength of the love I have kept in me, which in silence screams, without being heard or appreciated...
In silence I hear the voice of my soul, who begs for light... The light that comes from gratitude for each dawn, for being able to breathe and be grateful for life...
Life is made of moments, that we have to go through, whether good or bad, are for our own learning... For our growth.
Never forgetting the most important thing... NOTHING IN THIS LIFE IS BY CHANCE... It's up to you to find your purpose"... by IndiaFreitas 💙🇧🇷
it's amusing to read you today, because I just came from 10 days of walking on the paths of St Jacques in France, where I left alone. alone is a big word because we meet and we cross a lot of people. besides a lot of Canadians. and there the well being, even with 2 big days of rain. I returned full of energy, but on the return difficult to express what I felt when my daily life invaded me. I will try to write you a poem during the week..
So much on my mind about this Tuesday Reflection Graham and I am going to try writing this as a poem ?
Silent Strength?
Life is an endless road,
full of joy and also pain,
But it is our duty to keep going,
despite the trials we face.
Sometimes we feel lost,
Not knowing which direction to take,
But we must remember that we are strong,
and that there’s always light at the end
of the road.
Life gives us many opportunities,
To learn,to grow and to love.
and we should take them with gratitude,
and do the best we can with each one.
So keep going, you brave one,
with a heart full,of hope,
and remember that every day is a gift,
an opportunity to live fully.
Life can be hard sometimes,
but she is also beautiful and wonderful,
so hold her tight
and live every moment with passion
and love.
My inner strength comes from these activities, spending quiet time in the morning, walking in nature, gratitude time in the evening, or stepping outside with hand on heart breathing in fresh air.
When in difficult situations, I have learned to listen in silence, focus on what is being spoken, then take a few breathes, ask for guidance, trusting my inner voice.
Wrote this poem when I was spending quiet time one morning.
Morning Moments
Sun breaking on a new day
Gratitude for lighting the way
Listen to the guide inside
His wisdom not to hide
Moments of silence for the sign
Heart and mind to align
Peace and love in my heart
Prayerfully my day will start.
For me, I experience the simple silent strength when I yield to the Holy Spirit. I feel confident and sure of myself because He is with me, guiding me to succeed
I have been pondering a mystery: how God, who is a community of perfect love, even before the world began, invites me to enter into a relationship with Him and to live my life connected intimately to that love. it’s like I know I am never going to be God and God is always Other. But somehow he draws all of us who desire it into this new level of being that is beyond our wildest dreams. I yearn for that and yet the day to day humdrum pulls me away from it. I know my strength, and my joy is in that silence, strength of being connected and loved by him. It’s so hard to explain, but it’s so real.
Listening, learning, loving is my key and goal for simple silent strength. Listening is the simple part when having conversations that may bring conflict or listening for guidance. Learning is a product of what you hear when listening in silence. Concentrate on common views or goals rather than differences. Loving is the focal point of my strength. The love of God and guidance along with self love result in love and respect for others. Simply listening in silence for divine guidance, inspiration, common goodness in others brings me peace and spiritual growth on my journey of life. Thank you Graham for the inspiration and warmth of your thoughts. Blessings on your journey.
Graham, sometimes I find what you write a little scary. This is because while we live thousands of miles away and are separated by many, many years, your Tuesday Reflections and mine are in sync and very often similar in tone. This was my poem, written today. Morning Silence: Before chaos rains it’s havoc upon the day, there is a silence, a time to inhale the magnolia scented air. A time to feel the soft, gentle breeze caressing the face and cooling the body. A time to hear a whispering heart. A time to be grateful to the Mother for her selfless giving, for her loving way, for the peace She helps me find.
Graham, it seems I do this every day. I wake up ponder thoughts, read my devotions and scripture from the Bible, and then have prayer time with God. As you and most people know by now, God is the one and only sustainable source in my life from whom guidance comes from for me. In order to do that, I need to be breathe, be still, and silent or quiet enough to understand His will for my life. Several weeks ago, I temporarily wondered away if you will from God letting my sinful pride overrule. It drained the energy out of me which it always does when I do that. I have flaws, and being very independent is one of them. By the end of that particular weekend, I reached out to several in this community for prayer support. By the end of the weekend, God laid on my heart to write a song called "Find My Way Back." That song is literally what transpired from Friday afternoon to Sunday morning. I've shared the song on my substack page, "One Day at a Time," Below is a link to that song. Basically, I temporarily walked away not from my faith, but thinking I knew better than God for just a little while. God never leaves us or forsakes us. He always welcomes his children back because of his unfailing love. This song is a constant reminder to me that I will eventually "Find My Way Back" home to God. God is where I draw my strength from. Thank you for letting me share this with the community.
https://open.substack.com/pub/annewooten/p/find-my-way-back?r=18esqn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web
This poem was so moving for me as it’s much like my daily morning prayer. So I wrote this based on that daily experience of connecting with God and allowing Him to be my silent strength for each and every day. One of the things I appreciate most about you, Graham, is your openness and acceptance of people on whatever path they are on. Love and acceptance are always right. I’m curious about the photo you shared with this poem. You always credit artists, so I wondered if this was a creation of yours. Maybe you later in life? Someone you met or imagined? I hope you’ll share about the picture. In the meantime, here’s what came to me from your prompt. Thanks for the opportunity for each of us to share creatively this week.
I feel you in the dawning warmth;
I hear you whisper on the breeze.
I exhale the worries of this world,
breathe in your pervading peace.
A surrender of will and all control,
resting in your strength and power.
You infuse me with your offered grace,
hope and courage for every hour.
I’m speechless in your presence
as my heart speaks faith to faith.
I’m embraced in your expansive love,
forever guided in your ways.
I find you have to be silent in order to listen. Silence is golden. Thank you for sharing this poem . BLESSINGS TO YOU
You ask for our ...
Poems, songs, and individual experiences
Several things stand out in response ...
Forgiveness
Silence
Listening
Feeling
Acceptance
Love
The Trinity
God the Father and the Son and The Holy Spirit
Do Not Be Afraid to seek the Holy Spirit, to be open to receive Him, to listen when He speaks, to accept what He says.
Take the time to reflect and put everything in His hands .... believe it, feel it, and accept it ... His
Word prevails.
❤️🙏❤️🙏
As of late... my silent strength has come out of loss...I found that God needs me to be still at times so I can hear where and what He needs me to do... and then go do it... I am still working through a lot of things but my journey is changing and I am praying for God to show me the way so that I can better serve my family and friends... thank you Graham for sharing your thoughts and poems..I have enjoyed everything I have watched and listened to and the comments from everyone are great....🙏😊
My body is a temple of the Holy Spirit. Whenever I feel any sort of conflict stirring in me or when I am apprehensive about meeting a new challenge, I just pray, “Come Holy Spirit and fill me with your guidance and peace”. This gives me the simple, silent, strength I need to face anything God chooses to place in my path.
Shuffling back and forth
Watching the sand cover my toes
Listening for God’s grounding
No longer consumed by my woes
As I jog by the water
Each new step along the shore
Brings my heart peace
A simple beating at its core
The tension from our differences
Suddenly releases and takes flight
Thankful, I stop in stillness
Open to this wonderful sight
Simple silent strength
Silence is golden, it’s means so much to different people, you have to be silent to hear God speak to you, that’s where we get the words, Silence is Golden….
Graham Hello
"From my heart to your heart "
Graham ever since I sent you that poem,
"Golden Page", my inspiration has gone...
I couldn't write a single line...
Reading your poem today, I had a light, I believe that from now on I will have my writing back...
Thank you for the poem, and for allowing me to bring you inside my heart, and thus have my inspiration again.
"Listening to the voice of silence, I hear my heart, in each beat I feel the strength of the love I have kept in me, which in silence screams, without being heard or appreciated...
In silence I hear the voice of my soul, who begs for light... The light that comes from gratitude for each dawn, for being able to breathe and be grateful for life...
Life is made of moments, that we have to go through, whether good or bad, are for our own learning... For our growth.
Never forgetting the most important thing... NOTHING IN THIS LIFE IS BY CHANCE... It's up to you to find your purpose"... by IndiaFreitas 💙🇧🇷
I sending you a thousand stars of light 💥
Have a good week... Cheers 🥂
it's amusing to read you today, because I just came from 10 days of walking on the paths of St Jacques in France, where I left alone. alone is a big word because we meet and we cross a lot of people. besides a lot of Canadians. and there the well being, even with 2 big days of rain. I returned full of energy, but on the return difficult to express what I felt when my daily life invaded me. I will try to write you a poem during the week..