Of Listening and/or Hearing...

 

(exerpts from Lucy Maud Montgomery's diary pages during the 1890's)

If we listen we can hear

More than that which meets the ear

More than noise that Time employs

If we listen, sorrows, joys

Of days long gone by return

In life-lessons we must learn

As the blood-sweat-tears of years

Echoes in the listener’s ears

Hope and heartache, hunger, fear

If we listen we can hear

Though spent centuries seem strange

Things that matter never change

Triumph is life’s candy, sweet

Bitter still, despair, defeat

For the art Progress imparts

Cannot alter human hearts

If we listen God still speaks

Still spills Love in days, then weeks

Still fills morning's jars with hope

Still pours mercy to spring's slope

Still, though man tries to play god

Stirs the seed that breaks the sod

Stills and thrills human heartstrings

In the listener of these things

© Janet Martin