Please Listen
When I ask you to listen to me
and you start giving me advice,
you have not done what I asked.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way,
you are trampling on my feelings.
When I ask you to listen to me
and you feel you have to do something
to solve my problem,
you have failed me, strange as that may seem.
Listen!
All I ask is that you listen.
Don’t talk or do – just hear me.
Advice is cheap – 20 cents will get you both
Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper.
And I can do for myself; I am not helpless.
Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can
and need to do for myself,
you contribute to my fear and inadequacy.
But when you accept as a simple fact
that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational,
then I can stop trying to convince you
and get about this business of understanding
what’s behind this irrational feeling.
And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious
and I don’t need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense
when we understand what’s behind them.
Perhaps that’s why prayer works – sometimes –
for some people, because God is mute.
and he doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.
So please listen, and just hear me.
And if you want to talk,
wait a minute for your turn,
and I will listen to you.
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3 Comments
Russ Devan
Truer words have never been written. An excellent post, Monte, and the portrait is wonderful, too. Very nice composition and tones. Happy New Year to you and yours, my friend. May 2009 bring you peace, success, and prosperity.
Opa Wayne
I like the photo – it is like you captured her in thought – but not interfering, just observing (perfect for the poem). The poem is new to me. It is a very real statement of how we often feel when we need to be heard and cannot find a friend who just allows us to be.
melissakenis
The poem is wonderful, Monte. And so very true. The photo is extraordinary, as is your eye for light, negative and positive space, and composition.
However, we may need to update the poem to reflect today’s newspaper prices. Twenty cents can’t even buy a phone call anymore! Kudos!