Trust is the ransom of the heart.
The note’s demands sought, gathered by time,
Are enormous and firm.
It is the price by which friendship is bought.
This cost is a piece of the soul.
That part of self named, to another once given,
Misplaced or not,
Can be rejected but never reclaimed.
Take care where the soul is spent.
Whether lost or acquired, there are few greater costs.
Next to life and love,
Few gifts are thought higher.
Trust stretches the capacity to be.
It makes love stronger, and the strength of will deeper.
When it is shared,
The depth of one’s hope lasts longer.
Faith is required to give trust away.
With confidence sure in rewards not yet gained,
Despite risk of loss,
Trust is the power of more.