I preached from James 3 last Sunday, and afterward a young woman from our church family shared this poem with me. Crystal had written it some time back, and my teaching reminded her of it. Thanks, Crystal!
Ephemeral Sounds- By Crystal Swetz
Are words merely vibrations of sound that accompany breath?
For they can only portray one’s heart to a certain degree,
Until they are only still just words trying to express
Emotion that will linger after uttered by a voice.
What thought seemed so urgent
To attempt to formulate into comprehension?
For speech is the human’s attempt at portraying deepest thoughts.
It is the closest way to materialize the desires of their soul.
This is the power of understanding such ephemeral sounds.
If everyone has something to say,
Do not let the desires of their soul fall upon deaf ears.
Mourn for those in Auschwitz whose souls’ voice was lost,
Buried in the mass pit with other muted breath.
Mourn for the unborn child who will remain as such;
Whose spoken words could have potentially had the power
To save another from taking his own life…But alas.
This is the possibility of a mere ephemeral sound.
Even the most triumphant song from a trumpet cannot compare
To the same lips that bring life to the instrument.
For the horn does not have an opinion.
Its sounds do not spout fire just to turn around
To sing praises to the rain as the tongue does.
Such loquacity, this ephemeral sound!
Why are people so easily misconstrued by the tongue?
By the lips that give birth to lies and false hope?
For God created us greater than the beasts by giving us a mouth
To express that we, unlike beasts, have a soul.
Why, then, do we feel the need to misrepresent ourselves?
Is it for the approval of man whose words will fade?
Like every deceptive word coming from a fading breath,
Man’s judgment will also cease to expel from his lungs.
When God rested and his words ceased to vibrate in the air,
His breath lingered in the form of mankind itself
Who would proceed to curse his Holy name
With the very…breath…of life…which God…breathed…into them.
This is the repercussion of man’s ephemeral sound.