Listen

Words, no matter how perfect,
Are insufficient. 
My spirit speaks louder 
And clearer
Than my lips. 
To know me
Is to hear the voice of my heart,
The songs of my soul.
What I speak,
And what you hear,
What I write,
And what your read
May fail to tell my story.
Let us stop listening,
And sit together in the quiet,
Hearing each other
Until we begin to recognise
And seek to know.