how they wound
I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
A time for Dialogue
Perhaps it is an artifact of another age
that gift called dialogue
the interchange between two people
where there is talking
and listening
accountability
and respect
maybe we have lost something
with blogs
and facebook
texts
and emails
It seems like dialogue is lost
as words fly
more like weapons than any thing
harsh
judgmental
with no sense of
how they land
how they wound
how they wound
perhaps destroy
when we are not face to face
we seem to lose that sense of accountability
that comes from looking into another's eyes
seeing the others face
seeing, perhaps feeling
heart to heart
the impact of what we say
being accountable
perhaps our competitive, aggressive
communications
our need to defeat and even humiliate others
would be transformed
Perhaps we can learn to be in dialogue again
perhaps then we could once again listen
once again hear the other
perhaps we could once again
remember
that on the other end of our words is a person
to be treated with respect
and care
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