Soft; transparent; vulnerable:
these dance with sensibilities delight!
They rest as if embraced
within the arms of gentle love.
They do not rise to dominate.
They never shred and rage.
They fill the world with wonder,
flowing out of trust and grace.
They quell before the heat of hate.
seemingly crumbling into dust
as selfish greed strides forth.
Yet in the midst of turmoil’s pain
they kiss and heal stillborn’s dream!
Dull hearts are then enraged and shamed,
choking off forgotten longing’s song.
They felt this grace when mother smiled.
It echoes still, while comfort’s kiss is lost.
Trust is a bed rock firm and sure.
It frames a world with beauty’s hue.
It settles softly into silk
and opens wide communion’s milk.
Trust dances free and never stabs.
Its laughter flows as fragrant wine.
It grows majestic as the dawn
and leaves the delicacy of lace behind.
Soft, transparent, vulnerable,
This truth is lively and sublime!
Author – Bill Tidsbury