This is a poem by Monica Sharman, one of our Tweet Party contributors.
Monica Sharman
http://www.twitter.com/monicasharman
http://mybigthree.highcallingblogs.com/2009/10/30/heart-talk/
Heart Talk
The words of my mouth
reading a story aloud
to the child on my lap
but though I read
every word perfectly
I do not know
the storyline,
my mind on less
important thoughts
though the child
is on my lap.
The words of my mouth
asking “How are you?”
to the friend on the phone
but though she pours
out the real answer
I do not hear,
my mind on less
important thoughts
though the friend
is on the phone.
The words of my mouth
chatting with the neighbors
on the driveway telling
of aches in the hips
and strawberries that the deer ate
but though I nod
at their daily lives
I do not hear,
my mind on less
important thoughts
though the neighbors
are on the driveway.
The words of my mouth
are not the same
as the words of my heart.
Father, change me…
Copyright 2009 Monica Sharman. All Rights Reserved. Used with permission.
Reading this again, I am again moved. We all find ourselves in this same place that Monica describes, our words not what our hearts mean and want to say. How to be present in the swirl of all around us, the swirl we make for ourselves, that leaves us in a place we’re not wanting or meant to be. Listen to the heart to be where the heart’s most needed.
Lovely, Monica.
i love it.
I particularly like the last 3-line stanza. It’s a poem in itself.