My name is Gossip.
I have no respect for justice.
I maim without
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.
victims are helpless.
They cannot protect themselves
against me because I have no name and no face.
me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I
I am nobody's friend. Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never
I topple governments and ruin marriages.
ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
spawn suspicion and generate grief.
innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses.
AM CALLED GOSSIP.
Author Unknown from Virtual
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...Words are so powerful--negatively and positively. THINK
before you speak.