Words tumble and fall,
Like the bursting of a dam;
No longer able to be held behind the wall of his lips.
Turbulent and churning,
Insistent and relentless like the flow of a tsunami,
They proceed regardless of obstacles,
Smothering the countryside encountered in their path.
Embedded their flow is the detritus of frustration,
The debris of half-formed thoughts, lost hopes;
A conglomeration of random possibilities,
Jumbled together – injuring, abrading, concussing,
Energised by the force of the torrent that sweeps them along.
When the outpouring of emotion has reached its peak,
The waters retreat,
Residing sullenly to the depths from which they arose.
In their wake the landscape lies changed;
Barren, exposed and tender,
Requiring care to tend, cultivate and renew.
A different land, damaged by the outburst;
He regrets the pain inflicted.
And hopes for redemption on all sides.
“… 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. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison.
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.” James 3: 5-10