I
Motivated
by jealousy or fear,
In
a rage, he flung the spear.
The
hurled javelin was dodged.
Trembling
in the wall it lodged.
So
in fear of Saul, the king,
Lest
he another missile fling,
David
ran out frightened, shivering,
And
the spear hung there quivering.
II
Motivated
by jealousy or fear,
Gossip
was flung like a spear.
No
thought was given to the hole,
Now
gaping in the other’s soul.
Startled
by the searing pain,
Dodging
it was all in vain.
From
the hole, cracks were spread,
Falsehoods
were fueled and fed.
III
Who
took Saul’s spear from the wall?
Retrieved
and gave it back?
Patched
up the gaping hole?
Smoothed
out and filled the crack?
Who
can undo gossip’s harm?
Remove
the stain and scar?
Pour
healing balm into the wound,
From
love’s redemptive jar?
Look
around you…have you seen it?
Heard
it whistling past?
Have
you done your best to stop it,
The
spear that has been cast?
Does
it still hang there before you?
A
wound in someone’s soul?
Pull
out the spear, stop the bleeding,
Patch
up and fill the hole.
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