--credence-- by J. P. DaviesThe only way to make a man trustworthy is to trust him. ~Henry L. Stimson
Prepare yourself.
Examine your belief.
A trial has manifested
itself upon you.
Take my heart,
from under your wing,
and place it softly
upon the ground.
Make it derivable,
and amble abroad.
With back turned,
and no observation,
can you see me fly?
Do you fear it?
Or do you discern
that I will root here,
and linger forbearingly
for your return?
Will you venture it,
upon your volition alone?
Is it concrete in mind?
Are you poised?
Your tenacity is my own.
What you know, I do.
Just be sure you know,
It's all tending on you.
I will strive to your belief.
You dictate what happens here.
If your reason screams "Abscond,"
It shall be so.
But if "Hold" is demanded,
by mental trust.
Hold it shall be.
So tell me,
how's it going to be?
Will you trust me enough,
to make me trustworthy? 02/22/2004
Posted on 02/23/2004 Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 02/23/04 at 06:46 PM I love the poem, Jordan, but all the fancy words that I have to look up take away from it. It's like translating it into another language. "Abscond" just screams thesaurus. |
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/27/04 at 02:13 PM Pretty dang good! Very mature writing for a young man. |
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