Trust comes in tiny bites,
samples
savored by the tongue.
Not too hot
or bitter;
cloying
or ephemeral.
Trusts can be
legal puzzles
biting at your gut…
bleeding through.
Or confidences,
ennobling and
intimate.
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!
Aug 18, 2012 @ 16:29:08
— This poem about “trust” reminds me of your other poem about your son, granddaughter, and chocolates.