When words pour out from me to you,
my heart intent is that they’re true.
The words begin from a pure source
then seem to travel on a course
that winds through places where they could
pick up sticks and stones and mud.
It’s my intent, my heart and will
to give from waters deep and still.
Yet if you find the water’s brown
I ask that you don’t throw it down,
but hand it gently back to me,
so I can filter it and see
that pure waters nourish life
and muddy waters end in strife.
May what I say be what will heal
and may it be heartfelt and real.
Words and photography by Gary R. Smith