Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

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
and respect

maybe we have lost something
with blogs
and facebook
and emails

It seems like dialogue is lost
as words fly
more like weapons than any thing

with no sense of
how they land
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
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

that on the other end of our words is a  person
to be treated with respect
and care 

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