Prayer
When we talk –really talk– it’s because you listen.
I can rattle on about trivial things as well as major trials –all momentous at the time. Or, share my latest triumph, my darkest fears, and recent ‘boofs’, my hopes and dreams, my sorrow, my joy.
And you, listening, quietly loving me, let me know you’re on my side no matter what– speaking peace to my mind with never a word. You give me strength to face my challenges chin up, head high.
Hmmm, I was wrong.
When we talk –really talk– I listen.
Categorized as Writing / Poetry