Can I place my trust in you
As the wildflowers do?
My spirit knows deeply the care you've shown and although I know I'm held within your hands,
Can I trust that he will be in your other one?
I worry, that when love turns to fear in the span of a moment, the unconditional constant that family presents becomes a rocky foundation on which our feet stumble
We were never much for dancing
Can I trust that you'll clothe him in love like the lilies of the field
That his soft heart stays so, fertile soil upon which your spirit can grow
I know that regardless of me your will be done,
Seeds planted,
Dug holes begun
But even if I can find him only in the memory of what was and what could have been
Can I see, truly, the good that can come
Of a love I've lost?
He was and is the only one with whom I foresaw forever
And I'm sorry to you, my beautiful once-love
I thought I needed a romance
Like Achilles and Patroclus,
Like Apollo and Hyacinthus,
Beautiful, tragic, eternal
A "bury my bones next to yours" kind of amor
In my ever-growing age, and as years become discernment, I've realized that I've not sacrificed enough for your sake
He has a plan for you written in the stars, and I feel that I've been but a hindrance
My desire to watch you become has stunted your becoming
A love that is less like a poem and more like an epic
Can he place his trust in You, as I do?
Though this life has presented us a hurricane, full of raging winds and damning floods, and in the midst of the storm we've been cast away
Can he find his identity in you?
Can you find him in those green pastures we always talk about?
A plea...no, a prayer that me losing him not be in vain
Can I place my trust in you, Lord, as the wildflowers do?