Silent Abidings
These hands and this mind are mine,
And I would be wise to use them.
If you were so inclined,
You would be wise too.
But if you must make use of your words,
Be ever careful as you choose them.
For too many men it shall be
The tongue that does undo them.
Who then would hear this
And let that be their demise?
For all the words that can be spoken
Could easily be lies.
I have learned that life is kind
To those that listen.
Those whose eyes are always watching:
Those with vision.
Each decision that you make
Cannot be made by mouth.
The tongue shall yield no answers;
Thy hands shall build thy house.
And each word you speak
With no direction
Will only lead you
further south.
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