Words spoken fade upon the wind,
If lucky perhaps one or two will be remembered,
Or perhaps people will just say “she spoke often of this or that”
Without really remembering the words.
All those conversations,
All those attempts to get your message out,
Lost and forgotten for the most part,
Words spoken fade upon the wind.
Written words hold more hope,
They can capture your thoughts
And hold them for a time
Until said time and elements degrade them into dust.
I look back on my childhood,
Wishing I could go back
I would take notes this time
I would capture his words on paper.
I remember now how he tried so hard to impart his thoughts
Tried to put them into me, make them mine
He prayed for them to stick
But now, all I have is “he spoke often of this or that”.
The exact words are lost to me
Words spoken fade upon the wind
I wish I had paid more attention
Wish I had grasped the importance of it all.
So now I write words down,
In hopes that one day they will be read
That one day they will be cherished
That one day they will be understood.
Words spoken fade on the wind,
Words written crumble to dust over time,
But the Word of the Lord stands forever.
And that is enough for me.