Listen With Ears That Have A Heart

Along the dusty footpaths we walk,
Past the craggy trees and windblown knolls.
Mystery stalks our path,
Unknown answers, untried ways.
Which direction will we turn?
Which pathways will we trod?

Destiny calls us to try something new,
Tradition beckons, ‘stay the course’.
Imagination tickles our nose,
Fear catches in our throat.
‘Hither, hither’ a whisper calls.
Hesitant, we wonder, ‘Do we go on?’

Fate has called us.
Our ancestors have prepared us.
Wisdom desires that we hear.
Nature cries out, hoping we respond.
‘Listen, Listen with ears that have a heart.’
‘Listen. Listen with ears that have a heart.’