Tend Your Garden

Fränz Müller

Thorns and thistles, brambles and pricks:

there are some words that time will not fix.

Sharper than daggers, cutting like knives

speaking in anger to husbands and wives.

And what about all of our daughters and sons?

Is the weight of our anger measured in tons?

We can choose to speak kindly, to speak out of love

light as a feather, high as a dove

in a sun-drenched sky, happy and warm

far from the things that we do that cause harm.

So practice the pause, and think before speech;

and with joy we see just how far our love will reach!

  • Author: Fränz Müller (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 29th, 2026 19:46
  • Category: Unclassified
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