Thursday, October 21, 2021

Imperfectly


As an artist 

When I look at my work 

Whether it be 

Portraits, Poetry, or Singing 

I see the imperfections 


I see the line out of place 

The shading not quite right 


I hear the note out of tune 

The pitch when it misses 


I see words incorrectly conveying 

I see where the rhythm fails 


You see the artistry 

I see the imperfections 


Now, before you rally to my defense 

Understand these things 


It’s okay 


The imperfections do not stop me 

I still draw, I still sing, I still write 

I still publish my imperfections 


In my humanity 

There is rarely perfection 

And even then, it is fleeting 


Therefore, 

Never be afraid of being imperfect 

Never be deterred by mistakes 

Never stop putting yourself out there 


Critics come and go 

Admirers come and go 


Express yourself 

Imperfectly 


You do you 

Sing, write, draw, paint, dance 

Create whatever artistry is within you 

Do it with passion 


Do it 

Imperfectly 


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

October 21, 2021

Saturday, October 16, 2021

Repeat


Why are you saying 

what has already been said 

(truth being told 

everything has been said before) 


Yet, here we find ourselves 

the poetry spewing lot of us 

rehashing and rewriting 

thoughts and emotions


We prattle on about love 

and it’s endless pain or virtue 

while there are volumes written 

expressing every facet and angle 


We twaddle time and again 

about our private grief 

trying to find the depth 

or an imaginary cure 


Whether joyously or sorrowful 

we dredge our words through 

we spill them out across paper 

we share them everywhere 


Here’s the unending part 

non-writers never seem to grasp 

there is no stopping the spilling words 

from a wounded or overflowing heart 


It really doesn’t matter 

if these words have been spoken

we need to speak them 

we must release their power over us 


We never really own words 

they always own us 

except for those brief moments 

we repeat and free ourselves from them 


This temporary reprieve 

gives us opportunity to breathe 

until the words once more

begin to ensnare and bind us 


Why am I saying 

what has already been said 

herein is my extrication 

the work of disentangling 


Repeat 

Release 

Breath 


Repeat 


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

July 15, 2021

Quiet


Noise 

Constant 

Roaring 

Everywhere 


Invading our minds 

Consuming our lives 

Loud angry people 

Competing for attention 


Surrounded and encompassed 

We are drowning in this noise 

As it pervades and permeates 

Even to our innermost core 


We have raised a generation 

Fearful of the sound of silence 

Something dreadful is hiding in it 

They keep it at bay with constant sound 


Music noise 

Audiobook noise 

Streaming video noise

Podcast noise 


We even have noise cancelling noise 

Keeping the distressing silence at bay 


Yet, it is in this fearsome silence

The heart hears the rhythm of truth

The mind knows the beating of peace

The souls feels the waves of tranquility 


It is in the quiet 

Life tells her richest stories 

The heart reveals its highest joy 

And shares its deepest sorrows 


Challenges are in the quiet 

Mediocrity is in the noise 

Quiet is velvety smooth 

Noise is jaggedly cutting 


I suppose, for some 

Yes, there is fear in the quiet 

The sounds of their madness 

No longer covered or disguised 


However, grace lives in the quiet 

A moment to change everything 

To unknow things of the past 

And to learn all things anew 


If you are quiet 

You will hear the secrets of the wind 

You will learn the secrets of mountains 

You will know the secrets of time 


If you are very quiet 

You can hear the sea’s secrets

Of tranquility and rage 

Of shallow and depth


If you are quiet 


Quiet


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

August 6, 2021


Home


In numerous travels 

Across the country 

Seeming endless hours 

Up and down the highways 


Long dark stretches of road 

Carrying their own sense of lonely 

Broken by the scattering of small towns

Bespotted with beckoning lights 


There is a vague sense of ease 

In the wavering flickering glow 

Something warm and inviting 

To chase away the lonely 


However, to me, it’s just another town 

I’m sure it has a name 

If I could remember the sign I passed 

I’m sure someone really loves this place 


To me, it’s just another town 

It’s just another set of lights 

It’s just a marking point 

On my way home 


My hometown name and distance 

Captured in my cars high beams 

Brings a special type of glow 

I’m coming home 


It’s a different kind of light 

The lights from home 

They carry a familiarity 

A warmth no other light can hold 


Just a few more miles 

Just over the next rise 

Just around the next curve 

There’s a place like no other 


My hands relax on the wheel 

My eyes sparkle with the light 

An unstoppable smile breaks out 

I’m almost home 


Suddenly I’m on familiar streets 

Making familiar turns 

Seeing recognizable sights 

My heart floods with joy 


Like every town or city 

We have our own set of problems 

We criticize and roast our politicians 

But, you’d better not speak against it


This is my home 


Not perfect 

Home

Not always right 

Home 


I’m home 


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

September 22, 2021



Thursday, October 14, 2021

The Void


From deep within the void I cry out 

The blackness swallows my words 

The flame is extinguished 

As soon as it is issued forth 


There remains no outlet for my pain 

My grief is bottled inside me 

The blackness of my soul resides 

It pollutes the whole of my being 


I am the prisoner of this fullness 

The unending glut of my emotions 

Trudging in the mire of my suffering 

The subsequent demise of my hope 


Who can hear my cries 

When I cannot hear myself 

Who can reach inside 

When I cannot reach out 


Who will feel what is untouchable 

Who will hear what is unspeakable 

Who will know what is unknowable 

Who will see into this darkness 


I am lost and alone 

I am adrift 

In the farthest reaches 

Of my mind 


I am in the void

The void is in me 

I have become 

The void 


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

October 14, 2021

Sunday, October 10, 2021

A genuine curiosity

 It sets my mind to wonder. 


I have heard the claims by religious people about how God will protect them from this pandemic. Yet, churches have become one of the most prolific spreaders of the virus. Church members are contracting the virus in record numbers. They are spreading it everywhere they go. They are being hospitalized and dying under this banner of God’s protection. 


Understand, I am not seeking to cast doubt in God’s direction or diminish His ability to protect His people. What I am questioning is whether some believers have misunderstood what God has intended. 


Science (not the enemy of religion) has told us how to protect us from transmission (masks, hand sanitizing, social distancing) and has provided a vaccine to lessen the spread, minimize the symptoms, and increase chances of survival. Yet, by droves, Christians are refusing to avail themselves of these measures, under some obviously misguided attempt to prove their faith. 


I am not trying to challenge your faith. I’m not trying to create doubt in God. I believe it is God given intelligence and knowledge coming directly from it, which were instrumental in discovering how to slow the progression and develop the vaccines. John 1.3 tells us all things (Greek - pas) were made by God, and without Him, nothing was made. The pursuit of understanding (science) is inherent in His creation. 


I am trying to understand. In the face of overwhelming numbers within your own groups, how do you justify still refusing to exhibit even the most basic compassion toward humanity? How do you continue to spread this death? (I know, you will quote some misguided statistics about how low the death rate is, but the number (700,000+ in the US, over 5,000,000 worldwide) continues to rise.) At what number or percentage point will the deaths become meaningful enough for you to become part of a God designed solution? 


Now, if you are going to begin your explanation with banal arguments about inflated numbers, stop there. Death rates for cancer have remained static. Death rates for heart disease have remained static. Cancer patients who were surviving cancer have succumbed to the virus. They are part of the number you will seek to deny. Heart patients who were managing their heart conditions have succumbed to the virus. Again, these are part of the unimaginable deaths from this virus. 


The numbers are not made up or inflated. Most experts agree the numbers are more likely underreported. However, let’s pretend the numbers are inflated. If the numbers are only fifty percent accurate, you are fine with 350,000 (or 2.5M)  deaths from a virus, of which you are doing not even the minimum to mitigate? 


Let’s talk about vaccine injuries. Of the millions of vaccines given, there have been just over six hundred reported verifiable incidents concerning those vaccines. This is an infanticimal percentage of injury versus vaccines. You are more likely to die in your car. Yet, still you drive to work, to the grocery, to the mall, and to church. 


Let’s talk about this vaccine's development. Many misinformation sites bring this into question. 


They talk about the speed at which the vaccine was developed. One must understand this is a different type of vaccine. It is a mRNA vaccine. The development of which began nearly fifty years ago. It isn’t new. It isn’t pseudo science. 


Then, there are the aborted fetus cells used in its development. Research says that is not the case, but, again for the sake of argument, let’s pretend it is the case. You refuse to take the vaccine based on this possibility. If this is your stance for refusal, I trust you also don’t use Tylenol, Pepto Bismol, aspirin, Tums, Lipitor, Senokot, Motrin, ibuprofen, Maalox, Ex-Lax, Benadryl, Sudafed, albuterol, Preparation H, MMR vaccine, Claritin, Zoloft, Prilosec OTC, and azithromycin. All of these were developed using cells from an aborted fetus. These were developed from fetal cell lines grown in a lab from an aborted fetus from fifty years ago. 


I want to understand. I want to know, why, in the face of overwhelming evidence, do you refuse to participate in the medical salvation of millions? How will you answer when you stand before God? I know this is deeply personal. I just want to understand it from your perspective. I’m not interested in rhetoric. I genuinely want to understand the process by which you arrive at your decision. 





Saturday, June 12, 2021

Stop judging, start loving

 It’s a bit long. I’m not apologizing for such. If you don’t read it all, get this important summary. “Stop judging, start loving.” 


The writer in Isaiah 61, prophesying about the work of Jesus said He was coming to heal the heartbroken, announce freedom to all captives, and pardon all prisoners. 


If we believe Christ came to heal the broken, free captives, and pardon all prisoners, then we need to get busy talking about what folks are going through and find ways to meet them at their need. Jesus didn’t sit in an ornate building and wait for the broken to come to him. He went to where the need was located with understanding, compassion and answers. We need to exhibit the acceptance God has shown and continues to show to us. If our sinfulness didn’t break the church, neither will theirs. The only thing threatened by the captives of Satan are our man-made constructs of superiority and self-righteousness. Some, robed in piety, have so distorted the message of forgiveness and acceptance, with subtle (and not so subtle) actions and attitudes, they are no longer the tower of safety or the shining city of hope, sitting on the hill. 


It is time, and high time, we cast off the shackles of elitism and extend our hand to the world lost in darkness, not with platitudes or slogans, but with willingness to get down in the dirt. It’s time to get down to where folks live, not as partakers, but as God’s shining examples. It is time to carry the light to the darkness (fire from the altar)


In Leviticus 10, two of Aaron’s sons tried to offer sacrifices with fire which did not come from the altar which God ignited and the priests were to keep burning continually (Leviticus 16.12). The Lord rejected their offering and they were consumed with fire. The Word calls it ‘strange’ fire. It meant foreign or profane. 


In Samuel 3, the Word reflects on a time nearing the end of Eli’s time as God's messenger. It records his eyes had waxed dim. This was speaking about more than just his fading eyesight. It spoke in a metaphysical sense of his duties in ministering within the tabernacle. He had grown lax in his ministerial duties, in so much, the light of the tabernacle went out. These were the lamps commanded to burn continually. (Leviticus 24.2)


The fire in the tabernacle went out. Such is the significance of the cloven tongues of fire on the day of Pentecost. God relit the flame in His new tabernacle, the heart of mankind. We must keep this fire burning. Every action we commit in ministering must originate from this original flame. When we act out of piety or self righteousness, we are offering a sacrifice (actions) with strange fire (our origin). 


I had a conversation with one of my nephews once concerning the front we project. He said he always felt before becoming part of the body that Christians were perfect. He could never attain such perfection. We are not perfect. We are forgiven. There is a demonstrable difference in the air about the two. Perfection presents as “I am and you can’t be”, while forgiven presents as “I am and you can be as well.” 


I see many churches (not all, but many) which have arrived at perfection in their eyes and can no longer tolerate anything less in humanity. They have stopped reaching out and concentrate only on building up. It is as if one can hear them say, “let us build a tower whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name.” They are built in the plain of Shinar (Babylon). They have turned the light away from God and shine it upon the edifices they have built on shifting sand. Great will be their fall. (Matthew 7.26-27; Revelation 18.2) 


Again, it is time we cast off the chains of elitism. It is time we remember the filth and the fire. It’s time we remember our bondage. It’s time we realize sin, like righteousness, is just a garment. (Luke 15.22) It is time to tear down walls and build bridges. (Luke 14.23) It is time to put off the monologue of the Pharisee and to pray the prayer of the publican. (Luke 16.10-13) 


Lord, let me see them through your eyes. Let me see them as you see them. Let me see their future and not their past. Help me to heal the broken; to offer freedom to the captives; and offer pardons to sin’s prisoners. Allow me the privilege of being the speaker of Your Words; the vessel of Your love; the seat of Your mercy; and Your shining (Halal) example. It’s time to stop judging, and to start loving. 

Wednesday, June 09, 2021

Joy


There are numerous events in a life 

Which will bring happiness 

There are countless touches 

Which will bring a sense of pleasure 

There are a plethora of glances 

Which will ignite an enduring passion 


There are births near and dear

Bringing smiles to my face 

And warmth to my heart 


There are lives crisscrossing 

Bringing a sweetness in each path

Enriching the roads I travel 


There is more than one life deserves

Yet, the greatest joy in my journey 

Comes from loving you. 


For Tammy


© Ron Simpson Jr. 

June 8, 2021