Waylaid on the road to Jericho
Undeserved cruelly cutting words from someone
who had been created out of love,
raining down like physical blows
bruising, breaking, belabouring, bloodshedding,
robbing you of well-earned peace of mind.
Affection, respect, compassion thrown out,
rudely discarded as valueless.
But no Good Samaritan passes by
to cherish, console and comfort you,
applying an ointment of reassuring kind words.
Only time and yourself can heal these wounds.
Bread had been given freely, but sharp stones hurled back
on the dusty ungrateful, rough road to Jericho.
jennifer Malden
Thu 2nd Jul 2020 14:38
Thanks Nicola, Jennifer