Vol. 2. / 143.) Being Heard . . .

Through the Spirit --- through the Invisible Place

Through the Open Window --- there ---

All things might be seen and understood ---

The thing was to know that you could go forward

Or back --- seeing more each time

In the dark room where I lay --- time receded ---

Shrank --- expanded --- it was now, so long ago

The boy in the night was gone --- and the girl arose

Wrapped herself in a sheet --- and went and stood

Beside the glass wall --- leaning close upon its

Cold thin surface --- weeping hard as she leaned ---

Looking up, sobbing as she cried out to the darkness 
            Above --- ‘This is not love. Where is --- love?’ 
            ‘Where is love? --- Is there anyone there? 
            Can anyone hear? Is there anyone --- listening?  
            Does anyone care?’

As winged things her falling tears floated up

Through the stratosphere --- finding their place there

Finding home --- in their echoing there

Bathed in the starlight --- even held in its embrace

She heard she was heard --- her tear-words were there!

Deep calleth unto deep! --- Day unto day uttereth speech

And night unto night sheweth knowledge --- There is

No speech nor language where their voice is not heard

Their line is gone out through all the earth --- and their

Words to the end of the world

By listening --- is the passage cleared

By hearing --- is the way found out

And in surrendering --- all heaven hears

My tears --- and there is no judging there

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