Friday, March 19, 2010
This is a thoroughly satisfying poem to me, on every level.
It plays into the anxieties I regularly feel in relation to just about everything, but also to the wildly crazy blind trust in God that I just as regularly feel, call on, employ and hold dear. The trust that I trust.
by Thomas R. Smith
It's like so many other things in life
to which you must say no or yes.
So you take your car to the new mechanic.
Sometimes the best thing to do is trust.
The package left with the disreputable-looking
clerk, the check gulped by the night deposit,
the envelope passed by dozens of strangers—
(Read the rest here at the Poetry Foundation, or listen to Garrison Keillor read it aloud here, at the Writer's Almanac.)
The round up today is at Some Novel Ideas.