Missing the Listening

I have moved out of that place

where someones speaking

 was my right to tweeking

into what the me

 and I, am all about

frustration,

 duh without a doubt!

this class slid in on the down low

took a certain kind of character;

 to give me the show

, you have the learned, now just keep what you earned

quiet, be slow to speak

active listen 

and

 no longer will you just seek

gently sliding in to a place;

 a time, a soul keeps within

their story ,their life

through silence i can feel their fight

let go of my thoughts

 find the color of their eyes 

look pass the human disguise

listen hard , find the tone, see the color

im in in the vibe of your wonder

your voice has become a touch

the pain and hurt you speak of

its sticks, it grinds,

 it over whelms me 

i know the longing of a lonely heart

i spent half my life playing that part~

wait, there I go thinking it's about what i know

slow down,

 find the color and wonder

 and see again

that these experiences ,belong to my friend

i dont relate your pain to mine

you suffered your own time

I am there , imagining the shoes you wore

the life you had

your joys of great memories

and the summers that made you sad

my friend, my friend

The story has been hard, but the story is still being written

there is a happy ending for you it is written

i will hold your hand and see past the common man

i know your armor and i know your heart

this is why our friendship has been set apart

God taught me how to listen,To be your friend , 

too many others are missing the listening

to those whom have moved me into a different place

by sharing with me your hidden face

i am your audience of life, of cheer, of a fellow human right here

i know the ONE whom  Died, The living Christ

and He is  here, He is holding your other Hand

And to sum it up 

that is what the Gospel is in short demand

Love, so that they may know your are mine!!!!!

this is why God gave me the gift to stand by your side

to not turn away , based on the life you claim 

Someone should of stood up and made a point to say "what a crying shame,!!

 that some would throw the book at you in Starbucks domain"

that was public display ;

of the enemy having his way