Trust

Trust is a bird building its nest in spring.

Trust is the night that falls without fail.

Trust is the rain after my prayers.

Trust is the heart that beats.

Trust is the mind that does not cease, and the dreams in my sleep.

Trust is the medicine that works.

It is the song that heals.

It is the paint on my brush, and the patience of my canvas.

Trust is the air that blows. I breathe it in everyday, though sometimes I forget it exists.

I am alive because trust exists.