The Words We Hold
"But no human being can tame the tongue--a
restless evil, full of deadly poison. With
it we bless the Lord and Father, and with
it we curse men, who are made in the likeness
of God. From the same mouth come blessing
and cursing. My brethren, this ought not
to be so. Does a spring pour forth from the
same opening fresh water and brackish?."
"The blow of a whip raises a welt, but
a blow of the tongue crushes the bones. Many
have fallen by the edge of the sword, but
not so many as have fallen because of the
tongue…See that you fence in your property
with thorns, lock up your silver and gold,
make balances and scales for your words,
and make a door and a bolt for your mouth.
Beware lest you err with your tongue, lest
you fall before him who lies in wait."
The Bridled Tongue
My tongue is an unbridled stag,
Which gallops where'er its mind goes:
At whim, it wanders with its wag.
What consequence? God only knows!
The bridled tongue is held in place;
It chomps the bit at ev'ry slight.
This self-control's a gift of grace
Hearts are upheld when tongues are
O Lord, grant me this self-control:
To hold my tongue when it could harm;
To cherish silence in my soul,
Until my words are safe and warm.
The word you hold remains your own;
Silence is gold -- a cornerstone..
(c) Paul Buis, 2001
(1) James 3: 8-11
(2) Sirach 28:17,18,24-26