The Whisper


There is a whisper in you,

a whisper from eternity.
Deep within you,
yet not of you.

It longs to tell you secrets
of a life unrealized,
mountains unseen.
Sweet memories
of a distant future.

Patiently loving,
silently waiting,
for you to finally say:
“I am here.”
“I listen.”
Who has time
for listening, for being?

Jobs to do.
Degrees to obtain.
Centuried knowledge to acquire.
So many self-help books to read.
friends’ advice to seek.
models to pursue.

Too many thoughts of importance,
urgently lined up for attention,
in a mind too important to rest.

Do you not realize,
no one has time to be? to listen?

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