elusive –
this thing called trust.
in a life spent pursuing dreams,
it remains the foundation of our reality.
easily implied,
we believe without even a trace of suspect.
sometimes we linger in the moment –
sometimes even for a season.
invariably,
the walls made of presume will find confrontation with the storm of doubt.
left to loiter in the aftermath,
what will define what’s left of our belief?
perhaps when praying for blessing –
request clarity –
discernment between speculation versus intent.
and if,
by chance,
parallel lines cannot be drawn –
agendas of accommodation,
then barricade the path –
detour the journey of wasted time –
misappropriation of dedication –
to acquaintance,
less than friend…
standing too close to the edge 