Like Raindrops...

Happy Monday!

A whole new week of words not spoken...yet!

(Today's weather may have influenced the title of this poem a little😊)

Why is it after I feel like I've had 'My Say'

more often than not when I have cooled off

I am remorseful rather than pleased?!

because in those retaliatory moments I fail to reflect 

every single fruit of the Spirit! 

Gal.5:22-23

But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace,

 patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 

23gentleness, and self-control.

Against such things there is no law.

Sometimes I think of these scenes in You've Got Mail

as less-than-kind comebacks that feel justifiable in the moment

inevitably lead to regret! 

First Zinger...

Nothing But a Suit

 

They glance and gleam

And dance and stream

Like raindrops on the lane

They praise, they pierce

Civil or fierce

Reverent and profane

They crush, they cheer

Estrange, endear

They defend and betray

Oh, let’s think twice

And make them nice

The words we speak today

They pelt and spill

They soothe, they kill

They injure or they heal

With pleasant poise

Or narcissist's noise

How much a few reveal

They flare and fade

Afflict and aid

An olive branch or dart

Words glance and gleam

And dance and stream

Like raindrops on the heart

© Janet Martin

James 4:11-12

Brothers and sisters, do not slander one another.

 Anyone who speaks against a brother or sister[d] 

or judges them speaks against the law and judges it. 

When you judge the law, you are not keeping it, 

but sitting in judgment on it. 

12 There is only one Lawgiver and Judge, 

the one who is able to save and destroy. 

But you—who are you to judge your neighbor?