WORDS

I once had a friend
Whose words flowed like honey.

He sold his words
For the love of money.

“Listen to me”
My friend would say-

And I will tell you
How to find your life’s way.

Try as I might
Meditating into night-

Those sweet sounding words
Just shut down my sight
And I could not use them
Anywhere in my life.

Instead of his sweet words
Leading me into light-

Those words of his
just gnawed on me
And oh what a bite!

For nowhere were his words
Reflecting his life.

His own sweet words
He did not own.

So this wise lesson
I learned from my friend.

Be careful what you speak
Or what you might write
For if I don’t see it in your own life

- I’ve nothing to gain!

-by Sue Coats: 8/2007