The Echo of Haste By: Jim Gandolf

The Echo of Haste

Poem 

By Jim Gandolf 

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The tongue is a spark in a field of dry grass,

Waiting for whispers and shadows to pass.

But the one who is hurried, who breathes out a gale,

Is a ship with no rudder and too much in sail.

We pity the fool in his wandering maze,

Lost in the thicket of ignorant ways.

Yet even for him, there’s a glimmer of light,

A chance to be led from the edge of the night.

But the man who is reckless, who speaks before thought,

In the web of his vanity quickly is caught.

His words are like arrows shot blind in the air;

They land where they will, leaving wounds everywhere.

To pause is a power, to silence, a grace,

To look at the truth with a steadying face.

For the heart that is quiet has wisdom to spare,

While the mouth that is hasty builds castles of air.

Better to wait for the storm to subside

Than to drown in the rush of a pride-driven tide.

For hope is a seed that in stillness will grow,

While the hasty reap only the seeds that they throw. 

Jim Gandolf 

I graduated high school at Northwest high school in Indianapolis, Indiana in 1984 with some of my best friends of my life!

I went to three years high school in Port Washington, Wisconsin at Port Washington high school, I did not know that many people but the people I didn’t make friends with at that school we’re completely awesome. I had a group of people, though that were extreme bullies and often I would read the Bible, and I came across this verse in proverbs. 

Proverbs 29:20 

So I wrote a poem about this Bible verse. 

Thank you for reading.