O let your ears be attentive.
To my pleadings.
But are we attentive.
To his readings.

In a city we seldom look at the sky.
Our attention focused on what’s passing.
So we don’t look at him in the eye.
But in the country the sky is constantly delighting.

If you pause and look at a cloud.
You are in this moment.
There is silence, nothing loud.
Changing yet constant.

The clouds have no future , no past.
No regrets or hopes , content not to last.

……

Are my own pleadings
Being listened to by him
But am I listening

…….

See Psalm 130