I Speak....Do Others Hear?

I speak loud against the noise that wants to stifle my voice. I speak so the echo of my message can be heard above the clamor of the ordinary or the mundane. I speak volumes unknown to man but are already applauded in heaven so that as true wisdom can be heard even by a turned, deaf ear, which has been resting in the shadow of routine; never seeking greatness, just able to blend in. I speak....do others hear the eloquence of the passage of verbage or are they still standing in line to be the first to receive, "Yeah man, I'm with it". I pray not; for if that is their plight it is sorrowful indeed. I speak! Loud, enunciating through teeth clenched like fists, so that every word is phonetically correct and pronounced without flaws so that I am not misunderstood and what is gained from me is clear. I speak loud with a husky voice wrapped in honey and a warm blanket so that the words are soothing and the message is healing to the very core of man who is fighting not to die in a world where language is slurs and slanders and what used to be savored as pristine, mot just sounds like distant clanging to this generation's untrained ears. I speak to be understood, to overcome my own obstacles, to encourage myself, to bless the lives of others, to teach the babies at my knee and to share my life; but when I speak loud, above the waves of twisted idioms and misplaced silloquies, am I heard? I t is always my thought to speak not just to be heard but to be understood; and yet now, I wonder... am I being heard by my precious mother? For it is her attention I still desire most and that to me is the most dear to my ear.