Maybe trusting is something
more simple after all – like the
certainty that darkness can’t
defy dawn, nor sunflowers reject
the sun; that spring always comes.
Once when confidence seemed
fragile, squeezed of simplicity,
soaked in skepticism, a tiny
bird’s story lit my thought. It was
motionless, trapped in wire I began
to snip so carefully, wordlessly
leaning on God as all-embracing
Love, as unfailing, omnipresent
Spirit. Then at the last snip the bird
took off full tilt – as though waiting
in stillness, expecting release.
Poised in quiet prayer, we can feel
God’s goodness giving rise to a
solid trust springing from a sure
spiritual view of everyone’s utter
unity with the one creator – pure
Spirit – as wholly spiritual offspring,
children in harmony; an unshaken
clarity rooted deep within us of
the truth of our divine nature as
Love-derived, innocent of evil.
Letting this divine reality govern
our thinking wings our spiritual
conviction; cuts away the sway of
suspicion, of tangled, doubting
divisiveness as valid and justified;
it frees trust to undo clenched
opinions, to give with grace, to
usher in forgiveness, until trusting
becomes more effortless – after all.
