-- Author unknown

It's not so much what your say
As the manner in which you say it;
It's not so much the language you use
As the tone in which you convey it;

" Come here " ! I sharply said,
And the child cowered and wept.
" Come here," I said -
He looked and smiled
And straight to my lap he crept.

Words may be mild and fair
And the tone may pierce like a dart;
Words may be soft as the summer air
But the tome may break my heart;

For words come from the mind
Grow by study and art -
But tone leaps from the inner self
Revealing the state of the heart.

Whether you know it or not,
Whether you mean or care,
Gentleness, kindness, love, and hate,
Envy, anger, are there.

Then, would you quarrels avoid
And peace and love rejoice ?
Keep anger nor only out of your words -
Keep it out of your voice...







Love Ya, ~Barbara