More than a few brush fires have begun
because someone has been careless with fire
perhaps nothing bigger than a spark
More than a few brush fires have grown
to raging infernos that have destroyed
everything in their path
More than a few brush fires
have destroyed property, possessions,
and yes, even lives
More than a few brush fires have been extinguished
because a gentle, but persistent rain
has come to heal the land
Likewise, the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts.
Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark.
Today at dVerse, Shanyn has asked us to think of our words (and by extension, our poetry) as seeds. What would we have our “seeds” grow into? I know that I’ve started a few blazes with careless words, but my hope for my words, and my poetry, is that my words might be, instead of sparks that lead to destruction, raindrops that bring healing to a burning land. Scripture quotation is taken from James 3:5