Shall I tell of love's journey
And how disappointment waits
at every low spot
It looks like a brook
Where you can lie on your lawn-chair
and ponder why things are not
......perfect
I have been in powerful moments
Where only LOVE could benefit
from the connection
It etches beauty on the heart
Of humanity's core
so that constant rejection
....shouldn't matter....anymore
Why can't I live in THAT place
And never return to sorrow
And the despair of never being enough
Someone has it better, circumstantially
While I scrap the riverbed
To live with the least amount of stuff
....my meager wage can provide
I left the longing lusts long ago
For the presence of sustaining LOVE
who picks me up again and again
I do ok, until injustice laughs in my face
Accusing me of being flaky, unsteady
no appreciation for where I am and where I've been
......I WENT TO HELL
................and I declared, "FORGIVEN!!!!!"
....................................no credit for that............it was LOVE............always LOVE.........
and He will see me to the Ocean, despite all of my babbling in this brook.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 10-28-2018
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