Nothing’s more precious than a listening friend. <br />I’ve cried to canyons great, but echoes lose the words I send. <br />I’ve shouted to the seas, and breakers only muffle me. <br />And hurricanes howl to the soul that whispers secretly. <br /> <br />I am one who stands on the edge of eternity. <br />And you, my lovely, you stand next to me, <br />And these glistening stars, this milky way, <br />Are blind to what we see and deaf to what we say. <br /> <br />For this vastness does not my story hear, <br />Nor responds to what we love and fear, <br />And yet from you, my Joy-a sympathetic tear, <br />And your golden light that is warmly near. <br /> <br />We learn little in this life before the end, <br />Yet I’ve known always: Nothing’s more precious than a listening friend.<br /><br />Dennis Lambert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-joy-a-listening-friend/
