The last One standing in the crowd,
the One who doesn’t like the music oh-so-loud.
The One who wishes, whispers, moves, and changes,
the One who breathes within and rearranges.
The One who gathers the crumbs and
feeds the birds by the lake.
The One who never mistrusts or assumes,
the One who lets the bird out of its cage.
The One unafraid to suffer or pay
the prices of living so boldly,
the one who hears the bells and
climbs all the way up the stairs,
the one who is dancing in silence.
The one who knows you will hurt
and he will be there.
The one who will gather you in your arms
as if you are leaves,
the one who will transmit through your palms
I deserved the pain, God.
I will trust.
I deserved every single
scratch and bruise and loss.
I deserved it all.
Now I trust.