If they would listen to me, their troubles would flee, but my words are bubbles to my children, who hear only the willful drone of their own voices beating the air to gain the ears of their own deaf children, in vain! Despairing, I turn my head— there stands my father—he has been speaking to me— seeking with eyes that burn parental concern to catch my ear by word! What has he said? ( I have not heard!) Thus clangs the chain of the human will—word-studded— an instrument of hate—linking together the generations, with sound prolongations that make earth shake, but with no communications! Can we not break this chain, for mankind's sake? Let us be humble, O God, Father-Mother! Help us speak less and listen more! Help us break through the earthquake's roar to hear Thy voice—small and still— to do Thy will! In so loving Thee, we shall love one another and rule out this muffling hate— we shall communicate! Althea Brooks Hollenbeck.
Log in to read this article
Not a subscriber to JSH-Online? Subscribe today and receive online access to The Christian Science Journal, Sentinel, and Herald including digital editions of the print periodicals, Web original articles, blogs, and podcasts, over 30,000 minutes of Sentinel Radio and audio chats, searchable archive going back to 1883! Learn More.