devon da poet
Slow to speak, quick to listen, slow to wrath (Conflict Resolution)
Glass shattered into pieces and scattered in haste.
Just one piece left on the dilapidated frame with shiny, sharp edges,
sparkly reflecting a face that has been inflamed through strife, hatred and anger.
A face that has been frowned for eternity
and renowned for it's hostility.
Staring at the broken glasses laying on the tiles in reddish glimmer,
he abruptly discovered the bleeding of the outside of his fingers.
Stop! Think! What have I done to myself?
What happened here? he murmured to himself, bandaging the wounds he has just acquired.
Reminiscing on what has transpired,
he realized that someone else were in anguish as a result of this tragedy.
Weeping in her beauty and admiration,
Your aggression and loosed temper has endangered her.
You're an advocate of fear; she woes in despair.
Her heart longs for serenity,
though she clings to solitude.
Listen to her every words.
nurture her emotions with love.
Be slow to utter; not one word!
You'll only upset her.
He shuffled over cautiously,
and sat right beside her.
In a mood of repentance,
he tries to edify her.
But the hurt and sore she has encountered was too severe.
He stared her in the eyes
To her surprise she couldn't refrain from his magical charms.
Slowly and gently he drew closer to her recuperating body,
and listened intensely to the sighing sound of her heart.
As she gasped deeply filling her lungs with huge mouthfuls of air,
he remained still as a leopard with his sharp long ears standing upwards openly.
She then responded with a whisper,
asking 'do you still love me? '
In a bit of hesitation he then replied 'i do, very much'.
She smiled as she exhaled her last breath of dismay and unforgiveness.
She then confessed her love and compassion towards her beloved.
In return she was comforted with hugs and kisses as they resolved.
For a conflict resolution there is no other alternative.
As written in James 1: 19 'be slow to speak, quick to listen, slow to wrath.'
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