Words

WORDS

Words a Billion, all’s the same
Speech without Silence is a loosing game
Words without substance a crying shame
Noise the problem, Noise to blame

Words a million, nothing changing
Same old words, rearranging
Same old static without meaning
Billions listening, searching, gleaning

Thousands of words none worth keeping
Thousands sown but none worth reaping
All the poets crying, weeping
At the words, we’ve been cheapening

Hundreds of words I’ve heard before
The repetition beginning to bore
The words most speak I just ignore
Cause I cannot take it anymore

What just occurred to me is how absurd
The noise my ears have endured
A prophet spoke up last night in the sea of words
But I am not sure if anyone heard

His Word

All the words that we’ve squandered
Makes me stop and begin to ponder
Where did all the prophet’s wander
And their words of which I’m fonder

Millions listening, searching, gleaning
For that One Word filled with meaning
As the masses keep on talking
Oblivious to the truth I’m stalking

Words a billion, you can have them son
I’ve played with them all and had my fun
I’ve had my time and now I’m done
Cause I’ve found my Word, and I just need One

Billions of words I’ve heard
In this world that’s broken, blurred
But only one has cured and stirred
The human heart, and endured

One Word, resurrected from the violence
Bathed in love and truth and silence
That’s the word I hear and speak
Of the billions, the One we seek