Hearing
By Al Staggs
Did you hear
can you hear
The low, gentle voice of truth?
Is there a moment,
A time in your busy deeds
To listen to what is not seen
In the landscape
Where your life is lived?
Who put you here
And what forces are at work
To keep you functioning
As a mindless doer
Of empty tasks that
Only steal from the
Essence of who you really are
And what you are called to complete.
Hell is a treadmill of distractions
that speak when speech is not called for,
that sing when there is nothing to sing about,
that laugh when seriousness is called for,
that refuse to think when analysis is required.
Hell is trivia
made central to life
when ultimate things are secondary.
tertiary
and
unnecessary.
