I, the wounded bird, cringing and wanting to fly away. A shy thing that did not want to come. But you with patient hand, always offering and never expecting. You waited. Seeing the broken wing, and crippled hop, understood. Always, you walked before me, taking the sure path and breaking through the way. Always, going the way we must, even when it was hard. Strong, careful hands, carrying me, when I could not fly. Giving me faith. Not just in you, but in me. Building me up. Whispering that you believe. Encouraging. Reaching out when I fall. Forgiving when I fail. Knowing that perfect is something I cannot achieve and never expecting it. I trust you, because you have earned it. Because you have taught me that there are people who deserve it. In a world with many broken things, you have taught me that there is hope and you have taught me to trust in the possibility of tomorrow. Not because it will be perfect, but because it is unwritten. Maybe I will fall, but maybe I will fly. I will trust. Today I will trust that I can be strong. Today I will trust that I can move forward. Today I will trust that I can grow. Today I will trust in hope which is not a false promise. Tomorrow will bring sadness, but it will bring joy. I will trust in the coming of joy. I will trust in the coming of the sun rise. Today I will trust.