Laudable

imageSo maybe life is like, is like… a really long table. Like crazy long. Really, really

long.

And there’s plenty of chairs at it. Plenty. Like totally

enough.

But sometimes maybe we need to shuffle about a bit, make room, re-organise, accommodate. Verbalise to one another that there is room, we’ll make it. So

pull up a chair.

I have written this poem about having a little charity, being respectful, graceful, making room at the table. It’s called Laudable.

In essence I petition you
to
listen.
Listen to what is more than we can articulate,
or formulate,
I petition you to
wait.
Wait and listen to the inexpressible,
the ineffable.
Our inaudible cries,
are audited,
lauded.
Fear will make you run,
but there’s more than meets the eye
or converses with the ear drum.
There are faint echoes of humanity
reverberating,
Laying waste to our preconceptions,
Reverberating
and awakening,
to the more we can be,
and we can be.
I petition you
to listen to,
the inarticulate
and awkward.
Inexpressible and seemingly
inedible.
The inaudible cries of each of us
are audited,
lauded.

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