A little something about “Words”

As a writer and a poet I must admit that I am a little biased when it comes to those little strokes of the pen on the parchment. And yes when lifted from the pages with eloquence and oratory justice - that I am in fact moved with some degree of satisfaction.

How boring indeed, the simple rolling up of sleeves, the routine of pitching the bales of hay in endless toil and labor for meager wages. The common man at night, lighting the bedside stand may in fact pick up the "Good Book." Therein he may read of The Word become flesh. Or perhaps he may frolic in a novel to chase away the doldrums of simplicity and escape in a world beyond his own.

No great act in history where men together raised a higher standard came about without inspired leadership extolling the common man to reach beyond his own station in life. And no greater example of this is there than the teachings of the great masters of the world's religions, or the foundational documents – words crafted on the pages of history – that founded a nation called America.

It is with some irony that we now have politicians, the supreme champions among us who bloviate and opine endlessly in speeches of things oratory and such, actually critical of the skills of rhetoric. When can you remember a politician who did criticize an opponent for simply speaking? How does one in fact delineate the differences of political ideas – without words? Does not the articulation of solutions necessitate the use of words? Do you not need to cajole, persuade and rationalize those solutions so as to move men to act? My God – isn't that the whole point of politics?

We may find that in times when words themselves are the issue, that it is desperation to either dismiss them, or to challenge them with demagoguery and distortion. And so we witness words as weapons, to attempt to derail the articulation of higher notions such as cooperation, communication, consultation and hope.

But alas, the common man is not deceived by the forked tongue, or the tongue in cheek. A simple honest man knows the difference between a breath of fresh air, and a windbag. After so many politicians lying, cheating, exaggerating and creating the illusion of ordination – with just words – it is refreshing to listen to oratory that lifts the common man from his station in life, if just for a season.

Now, words without action are fleeting. They are lost in time, like tears in rain (yes I did borrow that from Blade Runner). But inspirations of words that lift the soul require action on our part. It is in fact the hearer, the one who listens that is charged with the necessity of action. We the people in order to form a more perfect union must ordain and establish a new political dialog. One that allows for both the left and right, and the broad middle of America to come together to find the solutions as a nation to the challenges of our time. And so these simple words on the page written by a simple man are an outstretched hand. Come let us talk with one another, let us share our words, and let us accomplish great things.