Trust Me

An assignment given at University in 1997: Students were required to write a reaction to a print of the painting “The Annunciation”. One of the few times I have ever dabbled in poetry.


An angel in a virgins bedroom,
Her body to be invaded by her very God.
To bear a child that shall bring joy to the world...
But pain to his mother.

Trust me.

Have you
by chance
Yourself,
heard these words before?

Trust me.

Is that not what the angel, himself,
was trying to say?
Entrust to me your body, your life,
your very soul.
And I shall give it to God.

Trust me.

I had a friend who too
believed those words.
His face too, was angelic,
But he was no angel.

Nor,
was it God who got her with child,
I believe the boy with the angelic face
did that. Joy for a moment, and pain for...
how long?

Trust me.

We ask these words from many.
I too say them to you.
Not always verbally,
but in the acts themselves.

Trust me
to be your friend,
not to hurt you,
with your secrets...

Do I mean it?
I do.
But have I caused someone pain?
I have.
Do I cause pain?
I do.
I am sorry?

But do,
I trust you?
I have.

If I call you my friend
and tell you more about myself
than the sport I play,
I do.

Well,
A little,
It depends,
On who you are,
And what I must trust.

Trust me.

I did that once.
I did not give up my body,
but my heart, hopes and fears.
I wonder which is worse?

But God asked her for everything.
Trust me with your body, soul, hopes and fears,
Trust me with your future, your pain,
Your happiness.

She did,
you know,
Trust.
The joy and pain she experience was far greater,
than any I have...experienced.


The faith she must have had,
To be able to say,
I trust.

Can you say "I trust?"

Trust me.

To that statement,
what is your reply?

Trust me.