Trust, 
I tell myself
as I cycle in the early morning mist.
I need to trust
I’ll receive 
what I need, 
know what to do. 
I can let go of my life 
and rest in Your love. 

I wish I could
trust,
rest,
stop thinking, thinking,
thinking about
the spinning tops I can’t corral,
wanting them to land,
fearing where they will.

I know, You say,
and my heart softens.

Then, after a long pause,
This is suffering.

I’m suddenly aware
I’ve stopped breathing
and gasp for breath,
take another.

I breathe 
and pedal
Your words
a cool hand
on my forehead,
Your goodness
opening me 
to the goodness of this moment, 
the wonder that goodness is possible 
in a world of spinning uncertainties.

It’s a lie, any talk of God that doesn’t comfort you.
–Meister Eckhart (1260-1328)

Credits and References:
Way Still On by Nirmal Adhikari. Used with permission
A Cool Hand on My Forehead by Esther Hizsa, 2025.
Boasting about Tomorrow by ON BORROWED TIME.Used with permission.

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