I trust the moon
I know its love’s divine
I trust the wind
I trust its winding ways
I trust the sky
I know its separate days
I trust the dawn
I trust its rising light
I trust the sun
I know its blinding sight
I trust the clouds
I trust the crimson waves
I trust the things I love
I know that this trust saves
Me.
It amounts to an incantation to trusting Life itself.
And synchronicitously, I got a message that helped clarify an issue of trust, just before I read your spiritually valuable poem.
I've been noting a kind of poem on WC that has this heart-healing universality -- I call 'em poster poems, because of the truth-reminder value. This is another fine one of that ilk, with image of your choice. And I love your montage-like choice of "trust" referents.
This is beautifully penned. I like how you constructed each verse and segmented them into a flowing poem. I thought of the magic that sparkles and how I felt, while reading this poem. The feeling was truly inspirational. Nicely written.
It amounts to an incantation to trusting Life itself.
And synchronicitously, I got a message that helped clarify an issue of trust, just before I read your spiritually valuable poem.
I've been noting a kind of poem on WC that has this heart-healing universality -- I call 'em poster poems, because of the truth-reminder value. This is another fine one of that ilk, with image of your choice. And I love your montage-like choice of "trust" referents.
I love to wake up to the wonderful things in life and to trust that, if they do remain unseen for a while, they eventually will make their way back: the sun that kisses the bay, the wonderful tide as it charts its course back over the sand, and the beautiful birds as they frolic over land and water.
a simple philosophy for life, trust in saving grace, your passionate soul surrendered every word
with specific design, and that allowing, draws the reader to delving contemplation, the entire
vision leaves the reader feeling enlightened, as the encapsulating rhymes accentuate the eloquent flow,
natasha, this poem reveals the heart like an open book, its exquisite in the sense the meaning
is uplifting, encouraging, sentimentally intellectualized, the images are purey dreamy, gorgeous
painting, the details reflect the stars sparkle, shows a true knowledge and insight, thank you.