A Pure Heart Flows

A Pure Heart Flows

Try putting light in a box

It will shine through the cracks

The rock creates a block

But the water must flow

Path of least resistance 

It will find another path 

A gentle touch remains

As the rock craved water’s embrace 

Yet only a reminder remains of the loss. 

A pure heart flows

Clipping its wings 

the butterfly will crumble

Yet now it knows how to escape 

And keep flying

A pure heart flows. 

When the water flows,

I choose the wide-open Valley,

Not the Rocky crevice

She needs to spread her wings and fly. 

She has no need to chip away at another.

But to flow

With ease and harmony.

She shines her light.

Take it as you wish.

But she will not stop.

A pure heart flows. 

She will not die and wither away.

She will just flow away

A pure heart flows.