Listening

The whispers float by like clouds of thought
Sound waves that tickle the ears of innocent listeners
Hearing truth
Hearing life
Hearing love

Because they were listening
They were searching
They knocked and the door was opened
They asked and received

Not being caught up in the mundane
Not getting lost in the day to day
As that is far too easy to do

Finding intentionality
Listening
Breathing
Searching
Being
And hearing his voice once again

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