Exercising Sermonic Demons

His smooth, silken words of support

speak softly to my sacred soul:

enfolding and golden, soothing with balm,

phrased as my cradle from harm –

touch of comforting care, tender-loving,

they settle my tremble with calm.

* * *

Your tough-talking tongue,

whip-lashing strips of belligerence

to flay the bruised air all a’quiver.

Your demonic sermon to deliver,

forked fury spits out with such venom –

cruel words abusively hurled.

* * *

Our own words to-and-fro we exchange:

we chatter and chirrup on every matter,

inflection reflects ups-and-downs.

Is your dialogue delivery by devil or chivalry?

Dimensions of gesture reveal our displeasure:

raised in anger, we lower ourselves.

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