Sunday, March 21, 2010

Trust

(HoneyHaired has left for Greece.)



by Thomas R. Smith

It's like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.



The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
all show up at their intended destinations.

The theft that could have happened doesn't.
Wind finally gets where it was going
through the snowy trees, and the river, even
when frozen, arrives at the right place.

And sometimes you sense how faithfully your life
is delivered, even though you can't read the address.

8 comments:

  1. Nice poem as always. Good luck with the daughter gone.

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  2. She will be fine. Trust in that.

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  3. I've been looking for that address for a long time... maybe one day I'll find it...

    Haunting...

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  4. O, may her trip be wonderful!
    Like the poem...Love the pastel photo.

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  5. Wonderful poem. She will have a fabulous time (and you won't breathe until she comes back; neither would I). Always wanted to go to Greece...

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  6. Trust....a tricky thing at times....but usually worth the effort...smiles.

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  7. if only we could all trust each other and show ourselves deserving of trust.
    Too many miserable grumpies about who go round being suspicious of evrybody and everything.

    I saw your blog on somebody else's site and decided to come back after a long time for another look. Like what I see, as I did before.

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  8. Wonderful poem. And true. Honeyhaired girl will be fine and have the time of her life. How lucky she is! xoxo

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)