Reflection: How Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s “Listen” Offers Timeless Resilience
What if the exact encouragement you needed today was written over a century ago?

Listen
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Whoever you are as you read this,
Whatever your trouble or grief,
I want you to know and to heed this:
The day draweth near with relief.
No sorrow, no woe is unending,
Though heaven seems voiceless and dumb;
So sure as your cry is ascending,
So surely an answer will come.
Whatever temptation is near you,
Whose eyes on this simple verse fall;
Remember good angels will hear you
And help you to stand, if you call.
Though stunned with despair I beseech you,
Whatever your losses, your need,
Believe, when these printed words reach you,
Believe you were born to succeed.
You are stronger, I tell you, this minute,
Than any unfortunate fate!
And the coveted prize – you can win it;
While life lasts ’tis never too late!
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poem “Listen” reaches across time to deliver a deeply personal message of radical hope. In our fast-paced contemporary world, it is incredibly easy to feel overwhelmed by personal grief, career setbacks, or the endless cycle of anxious news. We often feel isolated in our struggles, quietly convinced that our specific “sorrow or woe” is unending.
Wilcox dismantles this modern despair with profound simplicity. She reminds us that pain is transient and that we are never truly alone in our trials. By urging us to call upon our “good angels,” she speaks to the timeless necessity of seeking help—whether that means leaning on our community, embracing therapy, or finding quiet strength in our own spirituality.
The poem’s most empowering application today is its unwavering belief in human agency. Wilcox declares, “You are stronger, I tell you, this minute, / Than any unfortunate fate!” In an era where impostor syndrome and burnout run rampant, these words serve as a vital anchor. They remind us that our capacity to overcome is far greater than our circumstances. Whatever your current battle, “Listen” insists that relief is approaching and it is never too late to succeed.
As you read this poem, ask yourself: What specific “unfortunate fate” do I need to remind myself I am stronger than today?
