A quick whisper in the dark,
A couple turns around the park, "I'll tell you what Jane told me,"
Sue said, "Jim said was seen by Mary Lee."
Throw a pebble into a pond,
Watch the ripples move on and on
Gossip repeated, be it false or fact,
Can never, never be brought back..
The tongue, a small fire--oh! My yes,
But what destruction and distress;
A careless word dropped here and there
Sputters and flickers, then quickly flare.
Small faults, like flames whipped by a wind
Soon mount into a major sin,
Told and retold, self-righteous pride,
Another victim crucified.
-Grace R. Cross