I have been writing some thoughts and questions about marriage. The end of this thought cycle landed on the need for absolute trust. And then my friend Molly sent me this poem. Serendipitous.
Trust
by Thomas R. Smith, from Waking before Dawn
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.
1 comment:
That's a really great piece - I've never seen it before, but I might have to print it out and hang on to it.
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