Listening?
Listening?
There's so much to hear.
Is anyone listening
to anyone?
Is anyone listening
to me?
Am I listening
to you,
and to myself?
I wonder,
where goes our words,
our thoughts and actions.
They don't just disappear,
fading into inconsequence.
Something somewhere
must be listening to us,
holding all this buzzing
in a volatile bundle
of creative energy
called prayer.
If we don't listen to everything,
how can we ever perceive
a presence called God?
I'm always relieved when someone is delivering a eulogy
and I realize I'm listening to it.
~ George Carlin
