Dropping down again, for those last moments of daylight,
The Sun descends here, and rises elsewhere,
Never dimming while we rest once more; in the divine darkness.
To revive tired minds and exhausted spirits for a New Day.
Listening with intent is the only way he knows how,
Not able to tune out the mismatches or imbalances,
Continuously adjusting the “hearing” for others,
Based on the message being broadcast.
Showing care, empathy and understanding beyond his role.
If only I could listen and hear in this way.
Now, this time I am ready.
You can color me in;
Make it all right,
Use as much green as you like,
Even yellow to brighten me up.
And I will stay still long enough to enjoy your work.