Holy Eavesdropping
Posted by wlebolt
Listen to me. (Silence. Searching.
Where? Where are you? I can’t see you? I knock, but you don’t answer. I plead, but you don’t respond. I pray, but you don’t change my circumstance. Here I am. Where are you?
Listen to me. (Silence. Searching.
There are so many. There is so much. My ears are bombarded. My eyes are blinded. My senses are overrun. How can I possibly hear you?!
Listen to us. (Silence. Searching.
Us? You and me? Are we are talking and I don’t know it?
We are ever speaking. Through sun and moon, wind and wave, star and planet. Through children running, dogs playing, siblings arguing, parents, teachers, elders, all with the breath of life are speaking. Do you hear us?
That is the sound of we. We three. Speaking among ourselves so that you might hear. In a language you will know. With an inflection you will recognize as your own dialect and the other will recognize as his.So you will be one as we are one.
I am listening. Let it be with me as you have said.
About wlebolt
Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.Posted on March 7, 2017, in Christian, God, Lent and tagged listening, prayer. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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