juliespeaks

The unvoiced thoughts and ideas of a septegenarian.

TRUST ME

on July 9, 2012

TRUST ME

            How often have you said “Trust me” to someone?  You may be an authority on baseball stats or chili or gardening but when someone questions a comment you’ve made you respond by saying “Trust me.” You’re not happy if the questioner doubts you.

           Maybe you don’t say “Trust me.” You believe your friend understands you know what you’re talking about. Or maybe you really don’t know and are trying to bluff  him.

            Maybe it’s the other guy who says “Trust me.” You find yourself in a quandary.  Can he be trusted? Should I believe him? What if he’s wrong?

          It takes a good amount of self-confidence to ignore those who doubt what you say – to be sure of yourself – to trust in another.

            I well remember planning birthday parties for my children.  The most successful was a “Bigger and Better” party.  Each child was given something small and cheap – a toothbrush, a nickel, a rubber band – told to go throughout the neighborhood, trading his nickel for something bigger and better and continue to trade upward.  One child returned with a rabbit and said the woman who gave it to him made him promise not to return the rabbit. Never would I have hired a magician.

          There were times long ago when man had little trust in himself  and believed the gods and fate controlled his life. Most of us have come a long way since then but some of us continue to believe in the fairy tale worlds of the untrustful.

MAGIC

In times long past, the world replete

With magic, deceit, illusion, false hope,

Some sought riches in jewels, in love.

In vain did they trust purveyors of such.

Hopes dashed, they did it again.

Called on Merlin, trusted their muses,

Bowed before wizards,

Prayed the gods would deliver

Their hearts’  desires.

 

Long was it before they realized

Magicians aren’t mailmen delivering checks;

Wizards don’t arrive

With gift packages in hand.

Charlatans cannot be trusted

To hand them a winning lottery ticket.

  

Only they might seek and find

The gold ring, the rainbow,

The blue ribbon, the shining star

Not given by those slight of hand.

 

Alone man pursues his hopes and dreams

Leaves aside witches and goblins,

For others with no trust in self.

 

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Julie Rose

julierose601@gmail.com

 

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