Hear Me

We are all clamoring 

To be heard 

In some way 

Above the noise 

Of daily living 

Sometimes we yell 

Sometimes we cry 

Other times a soft sigh 

Or in a poem 

Or in a melody 

We have 

Something to say 

A message to be heard

A word fitly spoken 

So easily drowned 

By the sound of haste 

The hubbub of hurry 

Hear me 

Hear

The beatings of my heart 

The rushing waves of my soul 

The gentle rustlings of my thoughts 

Hear me 

Hear the smallness of my voice 

Belying the volume of my words 

Hear the rhythm of my libretto 

As they gently ease into your mind

Words 

Soft and slow

Hard and fast 

Loud and demanding 

HEAR ME 

Hear me 

Hear you 

Hear me softly

Hear me loudly 

Hear me

Know me 

Amongst the noise 

Above the tumult 

From the midst 

Of the pandemonium 

Incline your ear 

Hear me 

© Ron Simpson Jr. 

October 19, 2022