Ears - Love Series 4
[1. Challenge]
“Have you even been listening to one
Word I have said,” she asked? I to my
Shame, withdrew from my reverie of sheer
Nothingness, at least nothing important.
“No, my dear, you are right, I was lost in
A fog I should not have entered.” Hurt
Shadowed her eyes, but she busied
Herself, attending tasks other than me.
Knowing my wrong, I rose coming to her,
Laid my hand atop her trembling one,
“Love I was wrong, and I’ve surely wrong’d you.
What were you saying just now?” Tears rolled
Over her lashes, staining her cheeks. “Do
You think we’re drifting? Guess you answer’d that!”
[2. Accepted]
“Please Honey, come to my arms. I make no
Excuses. Somewhere between my head and
My hands, I lost my Heart – so, lost my way!
Please tell me it’s not too late to find you
Again!” We stood there weeping, uncontrollably,
Breathing, “I love you’s,” and “Sorry’s,””Forgive
Me’s.” “What’s to be done,” I begged my Love?
“Silly Man,” repli’d she, “Open your ears!
Be present in the conversation when
We are talking. I’m not an afterthought,
After your paper!” Listening is not
Silence, nor absence of speech; but hearing,
Engaging, meditating, responding,
Growing love’s dialectical garden.
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