– A U T H O R –
Blog Layout
LET THE DUST SETTLE
It struck me as I sat here how quickly most of us lead with our emotions.
Personally, acting strictly on impulse has often resulted in pain to me, both figuratively and physically. Over the years, through trial and error, a strategy developed. I’d listen or watch whatever drama was unfolding, then take care of it. Most of the time, this works. A lot of what you’re seeing or hearing happen will not be as bad as it first appears. Other times, a big stick might be the only solution. Far be it for me to lie to you and say I haven’t tried the latter. Top of the day to you, Steve.
LET THE DUST SETTLE
We often run to battle without thought,
Someone wanting to test out our mettle.
No strategy, mostly lead on instinct,
Never thinking to let the dust settle.
How about we play it a bit wiser?
Put temper on the far backside of the tongue.
Do not hustle quickly into mix-up,
Powder drifts down, not move, till whole song sung.
Ponder reason, is foray intended?
Perhaps person there just wants to nettle.
Could be someone who’s not yet on your page,
Break in time to check; let the dust settle.
First emotions easily lead to hurt,
If one guided by knee-jerk goes to war.
Let hazy particles leave, so air clears,
Civilized veneer, though other’s a boor.
Never smart to rush headfirst toward fight,
Hard-won wisdom, use the soft soap peddle.
Argument’s painful, take a second look,
Grab a big stick, then let the dust settle.
Share the Blog:
I am writing number two in my series of marital discord blogs and poems.
Marital disharmony came to mind as I walked up the drive the other night.
Big game today, or every day for us patriots.
A short 55 years have passed since last I shot myself, seems like only yesterday.
I’ve always been a dog man, oh don’t get me wrong, cats are ok but they just aren’t loyal like a dog, so we had dogs.
A man in church with my wife listened to the sermon and remarked how he guessed we are all “second string angels.”
I’m full up on taking crap and keeping my mouth shut.
My fanciful love story, don’t you love this this time of year!
For some reason, I started thinking about a chicken in the hen-house.
My mind works in devious fashion sometimes, and this one came out at my wife’s request.