Whispers from the Elder Tree

I won't ask you to trust me just because I say you should.
I won't ask you to give me your heart on a silver platter
and expect it to bloom with nothing but my words.

I know trust is not something that can be rushed.
It is not a gift handed out on a whim.
It is a treasure, earned slowly,
through the quiet moments,
the steady presence that never falters.
It is a promise that must be built, brick by fragile brick,
and I understand that.

But I hope you'll let me show you
that my hands are steady.
That I will be here,
even in the silence,
even in the waiting.
Rowan Evans, In the Waiting

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