A wholesome tongue is a tree of life
It brings hope and joy to light
It shields from harm and danger
It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul
A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness
It makes hope to come alive.
A rash tongue kills the soul.
It is brutal and cruel.
Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart
Planting the seed of discord and strife.
The tongue is a subtle part of our members
Yet it shapes minds and destinies
It boasts of outstanding results
It plants seeds that last for ages without end
It tears and builds simultaneously
It makes one feeble and empowers another
Vigour and might lie with it.
It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 12:29 PM UTC
A wholesome tongue is a tree of life
It brings hope and joy to light
It shields from harm and danger
It is a balm of healing; medicine to the soul
A wholesome tongue resuscitates to consciousness
It makes hope to come alive.
A rash tongue kills the soul.
It is brutal and cruel.
Tearing to pieces the layers of the heart
Planting the seed of discord and strife.
The tongue is a subtle part of our members
Yet it shapes minds and destinies
It boasts of outstanding results
It plants seeds that last for ages without end
It tears and builds simultaneously
It makes one feeble and empowers another
Vigour and might lie with it.
It shatters, shapes and sharpens minds and hearts alike.
MY THOUGHTS, MY MUSE
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