Ears - Love Series 4

[1. Challenge] “Have you even been listening to one Word I have said,” she asked? I to my Shame, withdrew from my reverie of sheer Nothingness, at least nothing important. “No, my dear, you are right, I was lost in A fog I should not have entered.” Hurt Shadowed her eyes, but she busied Herself, attending tasks other than me. Knowing my wrong, I rose coming to her, Laid my hand atop her trembling one, “Love I was wrong, and I’ve surely wrong’d you. What were you saying just now?” Tears rolled Over her lashes, staining her cheeks. “Do You think we’re drifting? Guess you answer’d that!” [2. Accepted] “Please Honey, come to my arms. I make no Excuses. Somewhere between my head and My hands, I lost my Heart – so, lost my way! Please tell me it’s not too late to find you Again!” We stood there weeping, uncontrollably, Breathing, “I love you’s,” and “Sorry’s,””Forgive Me’s.” “What’s to be done,” I begged my Love? “Silly Man,” repli’d she, “Open your ears! Be present in the conversation when We are talking. I’m not an afterthought, After your paper!” Listening is not Silence, nor absence of speech; but hearing, Engaging, meditating, responding, Growing love’s dialectical garden.