Trust is a small bird
in two cupped hands
a rare exotic totem
for the longing to fly
for the courage to spread dewey wings
and escape
Faith is a whisper in my ear
an urging to raise my head
to listen for the prayer
chanted for me on the wind
Love is a memory tapping at my skull
a shiver on the back of my neck
a reminder that somethings coming
an invitation to the ecstatic experience
Hope is the spider in my chest
creating a web within my heart
a delicate sparkling ladder
for my soul must travel upward
liberated
Gainor Ventresco Laney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/toward-bliss/
