Tell me your story.
I will listen
with ears that open
into my heart.
I want to listen,
not to the clutter and clangs and clatter,
but instead to you,
to your story that resides beneath all that noise,
beneath the everyday struggle to live.
I will listen
for your story that lives
deep within,
the one that has been yearning to move
from your heart out into this world.
I will listen
and I will hear
the story that is you;
and I will hold your hand
as you listen to your story, too.