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.

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