As the anonymous poem goes:

A wise old owl sat in an oak;

The more he saw, the less he spoke;

The less he spoke, the more he heard;

Why can’t we all be like;

That wise old bird?

 

Silence they say, is golden;

And a fool who keeps his mouth shut;

Is considered wise;

There is nothing as heartwarming;

As words carefully measured and weighed;

In a tensed situation or a delicate matter;

As the power of life and death lie on the tongue;

And a statement uttered recklessly;

Can crush a spirit, break a relationship;

And even drive nations to war;

 

Words exchanged in a heated moment;

Are mostly followed by regret;

As we don’t spend enough time;

Assessing them before verbalizing them;

There are only seconds at best;

To come up with words to hurt with other;

As saying sorry is such a bitter pill to swallow;

Why not avoid it all by watching our words?

 

Make an effort to season your words;

Being a person with few words;

Earns you respect without much effort;

Be a good listener and a slow speaker;

And you’d be surprised;

How many conflicts you’d spare yourself.

 

Don’t declare your judgment;

When you haven’t heard all sides of the story;

Don’t say more than you’ve heard;

Don’t just speak to fill the silent space;

Speak only when it would be better than silence;

Otherwise, be silent.

 

Want to be a peaceful person?

Be quick to hear;

Slow to speak;

Slow to anger;

And you’re on your way to be counted;

Among the wisest in the land.

 

© Josephine Amoako 2016

 

 

 

 

 

Published by Josephine