Tempers flare; words are uttered
Unkind, mean-spirited words
that cannot be unsaid.
Until the air is cleared
they swirl about the house,
stirring up dust and discontent.
We inhale and swallow them whole
believing them to be truth.
Exhaling, adding more hurtful comments
as we strive to have the last word.
An uneasy silence follows,
we tally up past and present hurts
Wanting to come out ahead in this game of negativity.
Then, there is this - this one abiding thought:
If we have no peace it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.
— Mother Teresa
Time and heart, love, commitment
Help the dust motes and invective
be swept up, tossed out, forgotten.
Ties that bind us together again overcome our discontent.