August 17, 2007

My Journey to God

Small Bites

We nibble away
Another’s good name,
Small toothy morsels—
(No harm, we maintain.)

Our slurs are merely
Voiced then forgotten
And carry less weight
(We think) than cotton.

We are not haughty—
Far be it from us
To stir up a storm—
(Our charm is a plus.)

Feeding our ego
Each tidbit will show
We choke our friendships
Still starving to grow.

By Dorothy M. Colgan

(Dorothy M. Colgan is a member of St. Meinrad Parish in St. Meinrad.)

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