A Sacred Word

Trust is a rich word.
Even a sacred sound
when rolled

upon my tongue
and let go

into the air.

Sometimes

so allusive,
I desire to crawl

into a ball
and go to sleep,
avoiding aloneness
and the fear
that joy and love

are forever
gone.

Wanting to sleep

and awaken to

another reality,
sometimes, but
sometimes

awakening
to sameness.

Yet, each time I shift,

if only slightly.
get up--greet a smile
upon my face,
go out

and embrace
the moment.

When shifting

back into the grace
and beauty,
love, song and joy abound.

Trust as allusive,
is worthy of such a
 journey.

Kat

2014