Are we on a vicious merry-go-round?
Can you hear the quiet. . . ?
Do you hear noise?
Even now, I can’t just sit and write
in the quiet? WHY?
My soul aches for what??
Actually for quiet. . . .
But when I have it. . . I don’t know what
to do with it.
Perhaps, its the nineteen
little voices I hear all day long.
“Mrs. Thacker, can I tell . . . “
Mrs. Thacker, you’ll never guess . . . “
“Tommy hit me!”
“I love your earrings!”
“Can I go to the clinic?”
Little voices needing help. . .
Little voices wanting attention and love.
Little voices just wanting to be noticed. . .
to be SOMEBODY!
From 8:00-3:00 nineteen little voices
ringing in my ears. . .
sometimes loud or urgent
Sometimes soft, or sad, or mad.
Sometimes excited or giggly. . .
sometimes I think I am on
But when one little voice is gone,
I miss it, wondering if he/she are okay.
I make the short drive home
To the quiet . . .
For a few seconds or minutes I adjust.
Breathing, breathing, breathing. . .
clock ticking, clock ticking, clock ticking,
Lucky’s nails clicking on the floor.
Water softener. . .
Furnace or AC.
I turn on the music or TV
for noise I guess.
I can’t even tell you what is going on.
Maybe I just want to be noticed. . .
Who will hear my questions?
Who will hear my sorrows?
Who will hear my joys?
Maybe it is just my time to
sit quietly and listen. . .
Listen to life . . .
for the direction . . .
Which path to take next?
Listen to the birds. . .
to the gentle rain. . .
to the wind blowing beneath the pines. . .
Resting. . . listening for guidance and direction.
Do you hear the quiet?
Do you hear the noise?
Listen to Life!