My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing.
I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted the more I am believed.
I flourish at every level of society.
My victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves against me because I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and ruin marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I spawn suspicion and generate grief.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
I AM CALLED GOSSIP.
Author Unknown from Virtual Christian Magazine
Lauren posted a great blog about gossip being like feathers...over where she's Walking By Faith. It made me think of this poem that I first posted April 4, '08. It doesn't hurt to be reminded. Please pray for me--I'm still having issues on both sides of this fence. Words are so powerful--negatively and positively. THINK before you speak.