~Author Unknown

When I ask you to listen to me
And you start giving me advice
You have not done what I asked.

When I ask you to listen to me
And you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way
You trample on my feelings.

When I ask you to listen to me
And you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,
You have failed me, strange as that may seem.


All I asked was that you listen
Not talk or do—just hear me
Advice is cheap;
50 cents will get you both Dear Abby & Billy Graham in the same newspaper.

I’m not helpless;
Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.
When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself
You contribute to my fear and weakness.

But when you accept as a simple fact that I do feel what I feel,
No matter how irrational, then I can quit trying to convince you
And can get about the business of understanding
What’s behind this irrational feeling.

And when that’s clear, the answers are obvious
And I don’t need advice.
Irrational feelings make sense when we understand what’s behind them.

Perhaps that’s why prayer works, sometimes, for people;
Because God is mute and doesn’t give advice
Or try to fix things.
God just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.

So please listen and just hear me.
And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn.
And I’ll listen to you.