Posted by Gerry on April 2nd, 2017

Petaluma scenes

What happens to trust
In the rise and fall of human relations
Trust winds its way from the beginning to the place of existence
When trust and its existence are breached
It renews itself or falls
Trust is the foundation of relationships
Trust brings satisfaction and connection and sometimes joy
Trust builds upon itself like a swallows nest
Each part dabbed onto the form of trust to make it stronger
Trust breached is restored in its willingness
To be honest
Trust is lost by the transgression
And also in the cover up
Trust is reborn in the acceptance of the truth
And the reconciliation
Love is not blind
Love is kind
Trust is not a fractured nest unless it is
Like the wind beneath the wings
Trust flies and knows upon its return
it will dab upon the cracks
The stuff of renewal
<><><><><><><><><><><><><> 10/05/16

Petaluma scenes

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