Always Missing

As I have come to think of being deaf,
I realize I would be saddened in a world so silent.
It is sad to know I would never hear the words of love,
and frightening to be in a world so violent.
To all those who can not feel
of whispering love 
in your ear,
do not worry, for love is far better
to feel 
than to hear.
For in this world where my ears are open
and I tend to listen,
I am always told that I’m loved,
but something is always missing.

9-18-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
PS… This was written during a time where I had to go months with both of my ears closed. This happened several times since childhood. It wasn’t the first time, but it was the worst. I praise the Lord for Dr. Pickens! He not only resolved my problems, but I have not had either ear close since! He does a great job of looking out for my ears every year!
❤ Praise God! ❤