Love listens. It is its first task to listen.
All things and all people, so to speak, call on us with small or loud voices. They want us to listen, they want us to understand their intrinsic claims, their justice of being. They want justice from us. But we can give it to them only through the love which listens.
By Allison Duncan
On a drive to visit my family, a billboard for a jeweler showed me a picture of a diamond ring with a speech bubble that said, “It’s time you told your boyfriend about me.”
“You didn’t think we’d forget, did you?” purred an ad I got from Victoria’s Secret during the month of my birthday, offering me $10 toward a gift for myself.