Sometimes, hell often times I don’t listen well enough to know what is being said. Often times I don’t care well enough to know when I’m being harmful. Often times I don’t touch well enough to know that I’m cold. Often times I don’t speak well enough to open my heart.
Often times I stumble.
Often times I fail.
Often times I succeed
Often times I love.
….often times needs to be more times or less times, but I need to listen to the signs.
I broke my receiver a long time ago; bent the antennae into an L.
It doesn’t work as well as it should, but I have fixed it to the best of my abilities.
It does however point me in the right direction to where there is something amiss
….often times I follow my L-shaped antennae to the source.
…often times I seek out that which is in need of my failing sympathies.
Often times I listen
Often times I love
Often times I speak
…..often times, more now than ever, I need to act.
There aren’t any more often times left for me. There is “now” or “never”…the times part has since gone away.
My L-shape antennae will guide me to it…