Listen to them when they meet:
It must pain one, all the wild
Doubt they both lean to repeat,
And with talk, tilt, till defiled,
Authenticity; they break
From all trace of joy or love,
And with gossip simply make
Affront to the Lord above.
My aim has been, as usual, to use the Wordle prompts in order, as given, adding as few other words as possible, and arriving at a rhyming poem.
For this one, however, the words reminded me of past and recent instances where malicious gossip has had profoundly harmful effects of wrecking relationships or friendships — sometimes with dire further consequences.
Why do people delight in picking other people to pieces based on part-truths, lies, or pure speculation? It would be wonderful if everyone adopted the rule that if they didn’t have anything good to say about anyone, they shouldn’t say anything at all. That reminds me of a story my mother would relate about a Scots lady who was renowned for complimenting everyone. The parson came up to her one day and said, ‘Mrs MacPherson, I do believe you would have something nice to say about the Devil himself.’ She thought for a while, and then said, ‘Weel, the laddie is awfu’ perrrsistent!’