The sting of a careless word
Consumes like a raging fire,
The words I thought were true
Now make me feel like a liar.
If I could pray the words,
That would fall as a soothing rain,
To save your saddened soul
From all the searing pain,
Then, my friend, it is done…
My prayer for you ascends
I pray you bestow forgiveness,
And we remain as friends.
Oh, my tongue is a wagging weapon, 
Wreaking havoc and strife!
I pray forthcoming words
Breathe only Love and Life…

by Sharon Frye