The poetic ear
Tuned to the concealed and captive
And the hymns of the wider realm
Listens well
Interceding on our soul’s behalf
The poetic ear
When given permission
Partners with layers of experience
That accompany the telling of grander myths
Making known the meaning
Way before it is understood
And this sonic annunciation
These life-giving phrases
These homilies and hymns
The language so often orphaned in our age
Deliver a seed of lyrical sentiment
A rare miracle conceived for the world
Where image leaves our dreams
And escapes the unexpressed
These wordsmiths
These “how to listen” guides
Point us to the song and vibrancy around words
And tell us over and over again
When we are surrendered to uncertainties
The poetic hearing finds it’s calling
In the remembering and re-collecting
In the gathering up of countless lost storylines
Dangling in the forgotten or submerged
So, the miracle of the poetic ear
Plays itself out day after day
In our seemingly ordinary hearing
And when we are freed
Of the demands of calculation and cunning
Willing to receive in wonder
Our hearing is made alive
Within the deepest sounding of the soul
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