Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit
thereof. Proverbs 18:21

The Tongue

I had crafted a weapon and could wield it with skill
And like a child with a new toy this novelty was a thrill
Though without wisdom unnecessarily blood it did spill
Love it did wound, friendship it did kill

I was proud of the talent that I'd cultivated
(although I should have practiced love instead)
Yet others' blood was not all that was shed
Defense, became offense and I too bled

Slice'em and dice'em
No need to entice'em
Havoc wreaking, Evil speaking
gossip leaking, the stench was reeking

But I've traded curses for praises, Life for death
My weapon I've bridled, my labrum I've kept
I now speak into existence life in one breath
This new way of living I gratefully accept

I've had time to reflect and pray to correct
No longer unchecked I speak with respect.
I've given up wounding and instead now protect
For it's under God's love, that my tongue's now subject.

Annette M. Parrott