"The Corner of Trust and Doubt" By Lynda Allen (from her future book "Rest in the Knowing")   I stand at the corner of Trust and Doubt.   To my right the road rises to the crest of a hill,   I cannot see where the road goes beyond the peak.   Behind me the road leads back the way I came,   Familiar and comfortable, yet only sadness lives down that path.   To choose the path to Trust I must walk alone.   To choose Doubt I walk surrounded by my demons.   I no longer fear them for they are old friends.   They tug at my hands to pull me toward Doubt,   They laugh and say we’ll do nothing but play on our way.   Yet I know that to be a lie, for these demons cannot speak Truth,   They have never been down that road.   I know clearly that behind me lie only tears and fears.   Still the familiarity of a pain I know draws me away from what I do not know.   Great joy could lie on the road of Trust, or great pain.   I simply don’t know.   I believe that Trust leads to the land of Truth.   Yet I remain here in the land of Indecision.   Around me lay the bones of many who came before me.   All trapped by fear.   Their bones bleached by the sun,   That shines so brightly from the land of Truth.   By that light I can see my doubts clearly.   I see plainly the path that led me to this place,   To this moment,   To this choice.   But it’s too bright, the light of Truth.   It reveals too much.   Now I know why the bones lie at my feet.   They, like I, once stood here transfixed by the glare of Truth,   And the lies it illuminates.   I am paralyzed by the realization that the lies are of my own making.   I created the road that led me here.   I paved it myself with pain and isolation.   I laid the asphalt on the road of Doubt,   And trudged every mile of it reveling in what I had created.   Yet finally somehow Truth intersected my path of Doubt.   As I stand now with Truth revealed before me, I turn and look back.   My shadow is there behind me, stretching backwards towards Doubt.   I feel its pull.   I see my demons lurking in it trying to keep out of the light.   The bones of my ancestors around me,   The shadow of my doubt behind me,   I take a step forward.   One step at a time I make my way to the peak of Trust,   Not knowing what lies over the hill in the land of Truth.   Yet with each step on the path of Trust   Finding I don’t need to know.