BREAK ME, BUT DON'T TAKE ME

Hard to believe I was ever whole
Without a device to help me get around
Movement was natural and fluid
Bright and brilliant, like light and sound

In an environment of fear and doubt
Beauty is but a whistle of air
Just surviving creatures of the dark
Moving from here to there

The broken tend to be resilient
Strong, beyond the parts of self they leave behind
It becomes habit to avoid and release
The damaged and useless parts of the mind

The moving van is loaded, I can see
They are ready to go...without a backward glance
But something deep inside DEMANDS
"Give them a chance!!!"

I run up a mountain of stairs
To the attic, it would seem
A white light beckoned me to see
A room of people, I failed to esteem

White beds held their invalid bodies
They cried loudly, but didn't make a move
What's the point of trying to leave
When you can, never again, fully choose

All the loss, how can one cope
The only way out is to run
It's easier to use, lose, and leave
All of "IT" behind...when the job is done

Seeing fully, the checkered pattern
Suggests, "I," not "Them," valued the white
Never allowing the dark to play
A single piece, in their loosing fight

But legs aren't required for this
My heart demands I experience this loss
The van is leaving
And I haven't the way or means to carry this heavy cross

Shall I stand and cry
Remorse will not move a thing
Or let the van go
And find the equipment for what I must bring

   ~to The City of Refuge~

Written by Trudy Schrader on 4/28/2017

BORN TO FLY

I can see them gather around me
Sharpening their knives for the kill
Knowing I will not stand and fight
Anticipating fear that will ooze from the steal

I can feel the weight of the matter
Like a soldier under the horse he saddled
Crushing the bones with every breath
Both waiting for the sickle of death

~ to TAKE~

With my last, I SCREAm....to my love
"Come to me quickly, lest the enemy feast
...on the flesh that clings to my bones
Please, my LOVE, lighten the load of this....BEAST!"

Then, I hear the voice of the enemy
"See, He delays, you have been deceived
He will not come for you...pointless journey
Oh, but you will pay for all you've believed."

"My LOVE, the enemy is waiting for you
To change circumstances
Some stupid "Rags to Riches" story
No, no my love....my journey
Will be summed up by nothing less
Than LOVE being full, getting ALLLL the glory."

I say, to you, my enemy,
"Though you surround and ground
Replicate and multiply my woes
With every move you make
My faith in MY LOVE, only grows

You will see me and my LOVE
Unite in the sky
Because I've left the worm...behind
Now, I'm ready to fly."

Note: We must never pick up natural weapons to fight a spiritual war. God fights for us. We, in a yielded position, knowing He, alone, owns it all, and we own nothing, cooperate with His movement. Flow with Love my siblings.