Words Cannot Speak

Words cannot speak my wrenching soul:
What story there? Too short of goal?
Too slow a sart? Too high the bar?
Too great a stretch to city far?

How high were hopes, bravado his?
Freedom from home and rural biz?
Boisterous his voice as footing found?
How great the pain in failure’s round?

Will he lose hope, despair of life?
Will this affect his hope of wife?
Will he feel bitter, deep remorse?
Will he forswear some future course?

What of his friends, new people met?
What of his love-life – deep regret?
What of his pride as home he goes?
Family and friends, what words from those?

Will he be noticed by some one
Who’s walked that road, seen life become
Morphed into other ways and means
Not just an end, though such it seems?

Will parents give that needed lift?
Keep him from crushed, affirm his gift?
Will some past mentor look him up?
Take him aside, with coffee cup?

Times of transition fragile be;
Words to affirm, in desperate need,
Soothe deep our hearts which broken are,
Help us to look again at stars.

When Moses taught his song to friends,
Put forth advice their hearts to mend;
Placed on the top not in their hearts,
To trickle in once breaking starts.

Some things we only hear through pain
Building us up to try again;
But here’s no time for callous thought
So little strength is all they’ve got.

From where they’ve come, or where they go,
Words and our actions touch them so;
This time of change great import holds,
Fit word in time – like precious gold.

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