Listen

Listen to the sky.
That’s not the sky, it’s an echo of your emptiness.

Listen to the horizon.
That’s not the horizon, it’s a sigh of hope.

Listen to the river.
That’s not the river, its a murmur of possibility.

Listen to the soil beneath  your feet.
That’s not the soil upon which you walk, it’s the whisper of love.

Listen to the crashing of waves in the sea.
That’s not the crashing of waves, it’s water’s musical embrace
of grains of sand.

Listen to the lyrics of wishes, set to music.
Listen to the hum of potential.
Listen to the melody of kindness, washing
like an acoustic tide over humanity.

Before you speak, before you howl, before you scream at
the hopelessness swirling all around you, listen.

Listen.

Listen.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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