Listening<\/p>\n
Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear
\nIs the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear?
\nDoes the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout
\nOr does it bring you worry, filling up your head with doubt
\nWhen I am still and listen, I can hear the keyboard click
\nI can see the blinds there dancing and hear the clock\u2019s soft tick
\nThe little sounds oft silent in our daily happenings
\nI guess, a good reminder, to stop and greet the little things
\nOur lives are often busy, much too busy to embrace
\nThe simple things like lights on printers or a stranger\u2019s smiling face
\nThe things we all admire when we stop to take the time
\nLike the crackling of the fire or the grooves around a dime
\nWhen we stop and use our senses, counting each now \u2013 one by one
\nWe are forced to pause a moment and embrace what we\u2019ve begun
\nBy listening, we\u2019re hearing; by seeing, we delight
\nIn the glory that\u2019s before us that we feel with all our might
\nWe can touch the leaves below us, crackling upon the ground
\nWe can smell the rain around us, finding peace within its sound
\nWe can taste the joy of coffee to awaken us at dawn
\nWith all our senses at the ready, we tackle the world head on
\nBut only if we listen and be still, so we can hear
\nAll the sounds that are around us and what everyone brings near
\nCould be joy filled or just painful, elation or remorse
\nBut regardless, there\u2019s a lesson if we choose to stay the course<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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