He gets flustered, blows a fuse, and then screams
“The darn hanger is straight!” he rowdily bellowed
“It is not so,” she countered, “Hand me the gauge.”
The scene gets fired up
Emotions climb and surge
Voices brashly collide
Heads run amok in 360-turn
Ruffled further, he retorts, “Fine, you do it!
He slams hammer and gauge down on a ledge
And before she could bite back on disconnect
He walks away and yells, “Nothing I do is right!”
What about deep down angered him, she didn’t really know
Surely though, she knew discontent was underneath
The good-natured person she esteemed of late appear drained
Congenial stance replaced these days with grouch and grump
How could he grumble or moan on mundane disagreement?
He … the “called shepherd and disciple of the Divine”
He … who preaches the WORD of piety and patience
He … who vowed to steadfastness, gentleness and love
Hurt understandably does infect all humankind
But giving in to injury of sort is one high crime
Souls out there hope he shakes grievance and wound
Rather than gripe and huff, repent he must and get found!
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