I wish you could listen
without that sound
in your voice;
I would tell you
so many stories
about the real me.
And maybe if you listened
with your own heart
still and quiet,
You would hear
the synching rhythm
of a deep, familiar beat.
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Familiarity too often drowned out by a presumptuous knowing. If only we would listen. If only we would hear with our hearts.
Amen.
Thinking of you. Any chance to see you in you know where the first week of April? Or are we banking on summer? Smooches.
I’ll email you, sweets.
Love, love. Thanks, T.
Will this be in your book of poetry?
I hope so.
Hugs.
It will now. Thanks for letting me know it belonged. xo
Beautiful and sad.
Thanks, yes, it felt sad to me too. Hopeful, but sad.
Beautiful and poignant.
Poetry, like any art, is personally interpreted by the audience. To me, this resonated on a different level. I feel that God could have written this for me. I should listen to Him more, with a quiet heart.
I absolutely love that reading of it, Jo. Thanks so much for sharing.
Fantastic. Really fantastic.
Thanks, Jenny!
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Can you hear?
Lovely.