Back when I was little
At the time, meaning, was being formed
I got out my feeling fears
In the midst of my biggest storm
The lightening cracked
The thunder rOAred
The wood came together
In the shape of an oar
I pushed against the waves
I threw back the wind
Til I came out...
To be at peace again
~Repetition~
The rhythm of life, set
In moments of utter terror
Beating me to monotony
In any kind of weather
"Row, row, row your boat"
...fighting, kicking, the clock keeps tickng
"gently...down the stream"
Stupid minute hand keeps sticking
POP! And go, gotta survive
"Merrily, merrily, merrily....life is but a dream"
Long tube, bright light, no air
Nothing is as it seems
~B..r---ok,,,en~
"Here we go 'round the mulberry bush"
Again and again, so boring
I have wings, can't you see
I need to be up THERE...SOARING
Past trees, buildings, frames
Ladders, systems, glorious names
Down, down, down...to ground
You must be theologically sound
You can't walk WITH the Great God
Your visions are wrong, you're a fraud
Searching, searching for ???
Meaning, wretched meaning
Whose frames change
With whatever one is seeming
~to believe~
In my most broken minute
I choose ~LOVE~ every time
He has brought me through fear
To live in peace of mind
Nothing or no one
can find
meaning
in
~ME~
I am in Him.
Written by Trudy Schrader and Love on 1-15-2017
Note: My poems are really a processing tool to work out what is making waves in my pool :)
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