Hello, are you there?
I am here.
I hear you.
I
wish I can hear you.
I am here.
Don't you hear me?
I
am sick of the noise around me
But even in the quiet, quietness is all I hear.
There is
noise in your life.
I want to hear you.
People say they hear you. I want to!
You can.
But you care more about your hearing me,
about the
satisfaction of your unbelief.
I know I must trust that you hear.
So I speak
to the quiet.
You believe
its a quiet you are speaking to.
That's what
you believe.
you don't
believe I'm listening.
The
bell tolls. How lovely. I hear its singing.
That is my
echo. Don't you want to hear my voice?
If
only I can hear the beauty of your voice.
Why do I smile at bell and flower and sun?
Those are
my shadows, my reflections. Don't you want to see me?
I
read your word. They say you speak through them.
Do the
words move you? Have you kept them in your heart?
But I remember the radio more than the
verse.
I'm sorry.
Don't be.