If the words are written down,
They give rise to human speech,
But first, they must be spoken in the world,
Face to face with our fellows.
They must be words of truth,
Spoken for the sake of righteousness,
In performance of our duties.
Words to help, words to heal,
Words to make the earth whole again.
But the sword needs a sheath,
So that it does not give offence,
And when the truth is gently told,
It finds a ready listener.
Politeness is more than a form of speech,
Or a form of address,
It is the proper choice of words,
An art form melodious to the ear,
An act of chivalry,
That heralds the message to it dear.
Its mission: to reach out to the other,
In accordance with our scruples.

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