Poetry .. No Words

No words

There are words by the millions

We use them daily around the world

We express our joys and our sorrows

We build bridges with them

We tear down walls as well

Words tell our stories

Words sing our songs

Words lift our hearts

Words comfort our minds

We use our words

To express our desires

To articulate our needs

We teach our children

“Use your words”

Some people say so little with so much

Whiles others speak volumes with very little

Some words are anticipatory

Waiting for muttering to become “Mama”

Some words are prophetic

Spoken in a needed time

Some people are remembered for their words

The “I have a dream’s”

And the “Ask not’s”

With other words spoken out of hatred and fear

That we try so diligently to forget

Words

They are everywhere you look

We clutter our landscapes

With billboards filled with words

Words

They are everywhere you listen

We jam the airwaves

With every idea that can be

But, there are times

This being one of those

That, words cannot express

That, language, with all its finesse

Cannot make the listener know

The hand clenched into a fist

Not of rage, but frustration

Of being betrayed

By our closest companion

Words

All the words we know

Cannot tell what we feel

No collection of syllables

Will ever, ever tell

What they see inside this heart

They should be pouring outward

As it is broken

It cannot contain them

And yet they fail

The songwriter

Will never fully capture it

The poet

Will not be able to pen it

Today, there are

No words

Ron Simpson, Jr.

April 29, 2010

poetry .. Everybody Goes Home

Everybody goes home

When my children were young

Friends would gather

And they would play for hours

They would whisper and giggle

But, eventually, the time would wind down

And one by one, their friends went home

Family would come together

For holidays or just good meal

We would laugh and reminisce

We would meet all the new babies

Time would fly by

But, eventually, the time would wind down

And one by one, our family would go home

Saints would gather in

From places all over the country

The conference speakers were all primed

Together we would worship and recollect

The time was full of love and Spirit

But, eventually, the time would wind down

And one by one, we would all go home

For over two thousand year

Souls have been added

And we have fellowshipped together

Some we have met in person

Others we know only through prayer

And some, only by the shared spirit

But eventually, time would wind down

And one by one, they would go home

It can’t be long

Until time is no more

And there will be a great gathering

Children will assemble

From the far corners

And we will stand in the presence of our King

There will be no time to wind down

And everyone will be at home

Ron Simpson, Jr.

April 28, 2010