If all that we say in a single day
With never a word left out,
Were printed each night in plain black and white,
It would make strange reading no doubt.
And then just suppose, before our eyes close,
We should read the whole record through.
Then wouldn’t we sigh and wouldn’t we try
A great deal less talking to do?
And I more than half think that many a kink
Would be smoother in life’s tangled thread,
If half what we say in a single day
Were to be left forever unsaid.
Not sure who wrote those words, but they resonate with me. I pray, as did David, “Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips” (Psalm 141:3).