trust

you are grass untrodden, dancing freely in the wind

you are freshly fallen snow; clean white, unmarked by sin

you're the songbird on the mountain, lovely notes unheard

you are all things pure and good; unblemished, undisturbed

you place your heart into my hands; i'm seized with fear and grief

and yet, you still my shaking arms. and yet, you bring relief.

we both know that my tarnished palms will stain your perfect skin

and yet, you pull me closer, hold me tightly, let me in

~mj