“Trust me Lady”
said the frog to the maiden
“I’m a Prince”
“In God We Trust”
the dollar bill says so
but in which god?
“You don’t trust me”
after one too many
broken promises
“Trust is just another word
for nothing left to lose”
when alone at the bottom
Trust is more than
a word on our lips
It’s a longing in our hearts
When innocence is gone
after the brutality of betrayal
can we trust with open eyes?
Trust, in the end, is simply
understanding that everything
is true to its own nature
It can be no more or no less
seek to understand what is
and then ask, "Is it enough?"
besliter (with appreciation to my writing group)
