Of listening

Some days are such

days of learning

days of listening

of being the receptacle

of outpouring

a cascade of emotions

rendered with strange equanimity

all the more ruthless

as the speaker is calm and in control

the listener is in turmoil,cracking

yet, there is healing

energies exchanged in sharing

hopes, dreams, promises

young hearts

crushed to take up defense

have still the magnanimity to speak with no offence

to look ahead and beyond

to be able to find love

comfort, hope and dreams

Dear universe let love and dreams

be true for the youth

be they resilient

be they strong

be they hopeful

be they happy

be through them the world!

Ps: Listen to the young, they speak wisdom beyond their years


2 responses to “Of listening”

  1. The first part describes many of us here as we listen to cable news presenters, so when I got to this line, “the listener is in turmoil, cracking,” I sat up straight and wondered if there isn’t bad news all over the world.

    But the next word, yet,” turned the poem in a different direction which helped to bring back calm and hope to this reader. (I have a granddaughter, age 19. I’m going to try to listen to her more carefully.)

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