The Thistle In My Heart

I spent time in anger today,

I bitterly complained.
I felt annoyance rise in me
And all my words were strained.

Then a thistle, fierce and noxious,
Brushed hard against my skin
And stung me just for being near;
It’s poison seeping in.

I realized that’s how I was,
I stung all those near me
And let the poison of my mood
Burn them all bitterly.

And so I plucked it from my heart,
The thistle of my wrath,
And now the people I love most
Are free to walk my path.

Proverbs 24: 31-32
thorns had come up everywhere, the ground was covered with weeds, and the stone wall was in ruins. I applied my heart to what I observed and learned a lesson from what I saw