Trust comes in tiny bites,
savored by the tongue.

Not too hot
or bitter;
or ephemeral.

Trusts can be
legal puzzles
biting at your gut…
bleeding through.

Or confidences,
ennobling and

But to last,
trust needs to enter
on tip-toe.
“til you know
it flows
whole –
enriching you
as it goes.

Welcome trust.
It is the strength in wishing,
the bend in believing,
the breath in loving!

A Living treasure!

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. poetryaboutart
    Aug 18, 2012 @ 16:29:08

    — This poem about “trust” reminds me of your other poem about your son, granddaughter, and chocolates.


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