Looking back
hasty words
litter my path.

Friends bear scars
from stumbling
over thoughtless phrases.

Full of remorse,
I vow to walk in silence
but break word fast
two steps on.

Solomon knew.
The mouth of the fool
is filled with pride.
And James bore witness.
Listen with patience,
be tongue-tied.

May I use this arsenal
(which is love)
to tame the beast
rather than justify the rhetoric.