Trust

Hard to find someone to trust

In a world where trust is a foreign saint.

Would that I could have presumption of proof

With clear confidence and certitude.

But time and experience

Preach a hard sermon

And logic steps sideways to lodge its complaint.

Then alternate facts only add to confusion

And bristle the brisket of new attitudes.

 

The journey moves forward,

Decisions wax weightily,

Mocking conviction,

In need of a friend.

But who holds the promise of

Strength and reliance?

Who can I turn to and

Trust in the end?

 

Tempt me and fill me with oceans of hope

Until faith wears the mantle of grit, 

So I may seek counsel with steadfast assurance

And never look back in regret.