There are lighter topics I could choose, yet I find myself able only to speak from the heart. A heart that beats too loud, too strong, too fast at times. Or thuds faintly, wounded and gasping. A heart that is too often betrayed in this world, that bleeds too easily.
There are persons in our midst who take pleasure from the pain they inflict; who brutally seek targets to redirect the ugliness and torment lurking in themselves. I’ve befriended such people. And am always shocked when their knife blades plunge, stabbing from behind, slashing my regard to ribbons. Only to be told I asked for it, and not to give them the pleasure. But how else can I respond, except with tears of sorrow and disappointment?
Tragically, how else can I know who I am to trust?
It is a vital element. It is the platform of Faith. It is the backbone of any union. It is what holds us up when we are afraid to fall. Or lifts us when we hit the bottom. Trust should not be unbalanced. It should never be a tug-of-war. Violate confidence too often, break honor into pieces, and you’re on your own. As much as we care for others, everyone has to look out for their individual protection. We owe ourselves that.
Be aware. Do not, like me, stick your head in the lion’s mouth. Do not expect a leopard to change its spots. Do not walk into a closed door. Choose those you believe in wisely. And hope they will treat you as considerately as you treat them. That is Trust — the bridge between two hearts.
Like cupping a fragile frightened creature
In the shelter of your palm
Trust should be treated with such care
Its heartbeat guarded from every qualm
It is not a right and cannot be seized
It bears no gleam and cannot be stored
It is something free, which must be earned
Availed in friendship, through accord
A tiny flame protected from wind
That must be kindled, safely fanned
That can warm you with its steady blaze
Or be smothered by scattered sand
The lack of trust resembles climbing
A mountain clinging to a thread
Without it there’s no chance of peace
No stable ground on which to tread
Mere words can plunge to heart as deep
As the point of any blade
The edge of what is spoken
May cut sharper than the page
Faith will die without respect
If harshly handled or deceived
As Life itself must be preserved
Trust fails when disbelieved
It is the core of any family
The root of every nation
The navigation of a flock
A religion’s strong foundation
Trust lies in justice
And requires staunch defense
Like truth, it must flow both ways
Or be smithered by pretense
Through wicked deeds and careless acts
Once given, loyalty can be lost
Some fences shorn cannot be mended
There comes a point that cannot be crossed
Betrayal rarely is provoked
Its dagger blindly thrust
Forsaking kinship, breaking promises —
Be ever cautious with your trust.