The Tongue

My tongue is like a wild beast,

Seeking to pounce upon my spirit

And hungrily feast

It can quickly get me into

A whole lot of trouble

Like my driveshaft being stuck up

In a large mud puddle!

Remember, a soft answer turns away hostility

Even generating friendship in all probability

But grievous words stir up strife

Which may endanger limb, or even life

Give not that which is Holy unto dogs

Nor cast your pearls of wisdom before hogs

Speak not in the ear of fools

Lest they trample thee to death,

Then feed upon they flesh like ghouls!

Thus, the tongue can be a blessing

Or a real, bad curse

Bringing deliverance and life

Or a ride in a hearse!

Photo and poem By Cynthia Holwick (1998)