lay your head on love, the pillow
that gives meaning,
though it scares your soul to trust implicitly,
fearing hurts, rejections,
it’s only life unfolding as we breathe.
lay your trust in love,
though sometimes it’s unfounded,
misplaced, born to die the fearful death.
options, all alone,
steal the life, the essence of each breath.
lay your heart full wide,
be open to the answers
that love and trust combined can only give.
nothing close comes near to all it offers,
nothing more fulfils life,
nor lets us know we live.
lay your heart and soul in self,
and listen to the whispers,
coursing through your blood, urging yes.
yes to life, to love,
to trust, to meaning,
yes to all these gifts with which we’re blest.