16 October 2015

Listen and Silent – Listening with the Heart

Greetings Dear Reader,

It is not enough to listen.  It is not enough to listen attentively.  I was reminded recently that even though I know I am listening the person speaking make not.  It is not enough to listen.  One must listen with the heart.

It is easy to move away from real listening.  We think we know what the other person will say.  We believe we know the answer and we do not let the other person work it out.  I have people in my life who work out how they feel by talking to others.  If I am too quick to think I know the answer then I am not listening. 

My interruptions and solutions, even when they are spot on are a signal that my heart is not engaged with the person talking.  It does not matter if I present a solution that could work world peace if I do not hear the heart of the other person with my heart.

Listening must be with all that I am.  I must consider how I wish to be heard.  I need to seek first to understand before trying to be understood.  I need to see the heart of another in what they are saying.  I must listen with my heart not just my head.  I must see the needs spoken and unspoken in the conversation of others.

It is in this that I can inject kindness and compassion.  If I ask someone to trust me with how they feel.  If I offer to listen and do not respond with compassion I am not keeping faith. I am not worthy of trust.

If I do listen with my heart and show love and compassion then I can perhaps make a difference.  I can perhaps make the journey easier for someone else.  I must listen with my heart to do this.

Good Man – Burlap to Cashmere

He was walking down the highway
And you saw him straggling along
And you reached out
Opened up your door
And you gave him a ride
To your heavenly home

God his mother, she won't listen
And his father hated his old man
But you listened to his feelings
And your eyes consistently understand
Yes, your eyes consistently understand

He was a good man.  He lived a good life
He was a good man.  He lived a good life
But he was dancing to the bright lights
He was dying for some love

Well, you see him with his guitar
Down the highway, he would walk along
Singin' old songs, singin' Sunday blues
But his school bells were his only song
Yes his school bells were his only song

Through the fire, through the lying sun
Through the smoke and fog
Through the day that's done
There was strength there
There was hope alive
There were strings of peace
From the other side
There were strings of peace
From the other side

He was a good man.  He lived a good life
He was a good man.  He lived a good life
But he was dancing to the bright lights
He was dying for some love

Don't you see he's falling away?
Thank God for the love that you gave
Only love can put out a fire
And only love was calling him
Higher and higher

He was a good man.  He lived a good life
He was a good man.  He lived a good life
But he was dancing to the bright lights
He was dying for some love

He was a good man.  He lived a good life
He was a good man.  He lived a good life
And you were right there, for the hard times
You were there again and again
Again and again, again and again

He was walking
Down the highway
Gave him a ride to your heavenly home
Gave him the ride to your heavenly home

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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