The tongue is a fire the good book does claim,
Lighting the course of nature with hell’s own flame,
A world of evil that seeks to corrupt and maim,
The one who can tame it has nary a blame!

Small though it is, it boasts so great,
Perfect is the one who uses it not to bait.
Ships and horses can be turned the right way,
But we use it to terminate rather than create!

Stammering lips and unknown tongue the Lord did promise,
The Spirit descended with cloven tongues to astonish,
The predicted rain came on all to refresh,
Come ye thirsty to drink and be at rest!

© SABINA TAGORE IMMANUEL

*This week’s pic reminded me of the Apostle James’ warning about the tongue in the Bible. I was also reminded of the promise given through the Prophets Isaiah and Joel of the new tongue and language that will transform. Combined it all in this poem!

*Friday Fictioneers is talented group of enthusiasts penning down a story, a poem, a prose, etc., expressing their heart about a photo prompt © Anshu Bhojnagarwala