LET THE CHILDREN PLAY

Once I stumbled upon a place
Overgrown with brambles and thorns
But there was a rusty old gate
Tattered and torn
....just hangin' around

I entered with wonder
Just wanting to discover something new
Many reasons to leave
But I had nothing else to do
...just clamoring about

I got lost in the silence
The noise was profoundly loud
Playing in the darkness
Away from the crowd
...just being sound

Deep in the thick of sorrow
I saw a merry-go-round
I cleared the weeds
And ran upon your ground
...with pattering feet

I looked north and saw a swing
The chains squeaked and moaned
I pushed off to meet the sky
When I heard the wind groan
...with flapping wings

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed
I watched as the playground emerged
I squealed in delight
As I indulged the childish urge
.....to play

............where

I wondered what I was doing
In that forbidden place
But it was abandoned
And I was extended grace
.....to play

..........there

The time to play...is over
I still have questions, but I've laid them down
I am grateful for the playground
Where the love of a man, I found

...and it is beautiful


Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-27-2018

THEY AREN'T MINE

When did the transfer happen
I recorded to keep you abreast
I wanted your moments in order
So that I could finally rest

   ~in love~

I can see that they lack chronology
My purpose is null and void
A timeline is essential
To show all the great times, we've enjoyed

  ~in growth~

My memories are not as you remember
So I seem to be unnecessary, at best
I no longer fit in the flow
Where you choose to live and rest

....out.....oUT.....OUT, I SAY!!!

I shall not lend a tear to entitlement
I'm a barren woman still
Our years together, a fantasy
I'm finally awake to what is real

Stupid love has cost me everything
Yet I have no reward to share
LOVE envelops me
Though I am no longer there

....I've gone to sleep....so tired of being brave


Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-21-2018 

MEASURING MONUMENTS

So much education
No wiser for the cost
Given over to lofty ideas
The reason for what was lost

All the tools in the box
To chisel an honorable name
What appeal is in the dirt
When you could've opted for fame

Behind a silver counter
When you could be sitting at a desk
You could have been GREAT
But you wanted to be less

~than all the rest~

Humility is overrated
A legacy is a better prize
Walking to long with love
Has damaged your eyes

There is no power
In the position you serve
But life has given
Exactly what you deserve

A monument of memories
Adds up to a trite figurine
No one can value the image
If they don't know what you mean

~get a life~

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-09-2018

Note: A retired teacher asked me today, "What on EARTH are you doing here?" I answered, "I want to be here." It shouldn't have rippled my waters, but that type of thinking, makes me sad. A job can never define a person who is moving in LOVE. It's only  an avenue to practice the skills one has learned.

POUNDING THE PONDER

She lies low to the ground
But don't be fooled
This climbing rose
Refuses to be ruled

After the thorns are removed
You think she's safe to hold
When she calmly asks,
"What makes you so bold?"

I swear she has eyes
That pierce the lining of the soul
Searching to test
The purity of the goal

Why allow the removal
If no one can enjoy the scent
I'm certain the process wasn't pleasant
Enough to make one resent

       ~humanity~

Life has brutilized
The existence of that rose
Bees gathering for nectar
Men taking her to nose

       ~trying to take
             her essence
                  in the very presence
                             of her GOD~

Never, not once
Has one pounded her ponder
To explore and know
Living in the wild of wonder

She waits and falls
To...silence
In the presence
Of the HOLY alliance

He picks up her petals
And rebuilds her anew
In a rainbow of love
For all to view

~but never smell~

Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-05-2018

Note: I've learned so much about the spirit world, which must remain separate and undefiled by the fear of the natural world. God is Spirit, Spirit is LOVE, God is LOVE. Those who KNOW God, KNOW Love. Love conquers fear. In the end, Jesus will smell us....for the presence of love. Love has a scent...He smells like manna....sweet and pure. Fear has a very noticeable smell. Some demons (mind systems of fear) smell like sulfur, methylate, and other unpleasant smells; however, the prince of fear, smells beautiful. His scent is anesthetizing. Now, with this information, reread, and gain understanding.