That place, that empty space
Where the darkness grows deep and drear
Movement is slow, with nowhere to go
But initiative is too low to get you out of ...here
If you could know "here" by finding "near"
A location could guide you to a ....figment of the imagination
This mind, this incredible, stupid, mind, that keeps me blind
From daring to move toward productive investigation
Wait! I've been here before...there's a hidden door
I just have to think my way straight past all the delusional gates
How is that possible, fighting illness in the midst of this stillness
And circumstances rising up like a fortress all around
It has to do will feeling and what kind of hope I'm reeling
In the dark hour of sensing I am bound....
AH! Yes! I am found
LOVE is my reminder, my darkest abyss finder
That transition births a baby through a narrow ring
And that the pressure without measure
Is necessary to deliver process, through the mess, that created the thing
...in the first place
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-24-2019
Note: Anytime we, as faith walkers, are about to be transitioned into new territory, all of the sensing world will build pressure around us, so that at the exact moment when all light seems to be shielded from us, we BURST forth into a new experience. The process is difficult, and will cost the believer everything!
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Friday, February 15, 2019
PATTERNED PATRONS
Oh, what a beautiful tree
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again
Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward
What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box
It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn
The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology
What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic
Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW
Truth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019
With glistening leaves
I wonder if it has fruit
That will cause me to believe
...again
Wow! What a tall building
It ascends into the sky
I wonder if it contains answers
That will tell my why information flies
...upward
What on earth is that
What is that thing man is building
Claiming water is coming
To the object his GOD is gilding
...outside the box
It looks like a tree on the surface
With branches and roots running deep and wide
But it looks like a building
Once you take the courage to step inside
...to learn
The structure is invisible to sight
But the sighted choose to be blind
They rail on and on, boasting of freedom
While setting bound in a double bind
...of methodology
What River of Life can float
A tugboat made for launching liners
Into an Ocean of the abyss
Where patterned patrons worship diviners
...of magic
Systems, Systems, ever climbing systems
Of powerful knowledge, how can puppets resist 'em
I wonder if silencing the five senses
Will fit us with lenses
...to KNOW
Truth
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-15-2019
Saturday, February 9, 2019
THE UNKNOWN FIGURE
When we first met
Your light blinded my senses
I got too close
When your presence obliterated my fences
No boundaries with you
Your fragrance made me tired
As your promise of passion
Got my furnace all fired
....up
Up, Up, Up to your face
Of golden beauty
Causing me to forget
My marital duty
Promises, Promises
Just words spoken on a rainy day
But this is real, because I can feel
All that my flesh wants to say
...downward
Wait, where am I
What are these silky threads
That are so soft
My heart presses my mind to dread
The sleep has waned to a stupor
And my legs are wobbly with lack
What brought me to this...place
I don't think I can get back
...on track
Oh, there is no track
I'll just lie down for a while
"GET up you sluggard!
Your husband knows you're defiled!"
My body becomes limp
With every try to stand erect
The threads grow tighter
And burden my elect
...tion, shunned
............what have I DONE!
MY LORD...WHAT HAVE I DONE
JESUS! PLEASE COME
That cry, that Tehillah cry
Brought down Daddy God
Who knew all along
That THIS road I must trod
So that the lies of wrong vs right
Would never persuade me again
Because the long and short of "sin"
Is doing anything without HIM
The reason HE is in charge
Is because HE walked the way out of hell
When I chose to yell and expel the enemy
I walked out as well, now I am charged to tell
....YELL HIS NAME
HIS EARS HEAR
His arms are infinitely lengthened
His LOVE is all encompassing
To find His children and strengthen
....the heart to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2019
Note: A tehillah praise is a yielded heart cry that reaches a LOVING God from a place of complete dependence. I can't count the times, when in the night, I have said, "JESUS!" What I find, every time, is that He is the overseer, pulling out of me, strength, and resilience I was unaware of, and it can only be found IN Him. Oh, and the first time I heard of this type of cry, was listening to Tommy Bates. That message is on YouTube. Check it out.
Your light blinded my senses
I got too close
When your presence obliterated my fences
No boundaries with you
Your fragrance made me tired
As your promise of passion
Got my furnace all fired
....up
Up, Up, Up to your face
Of golden beauty
Causing me to forget
My marital duty
Promises, Promises
Just words spoken on a rainy day
But this is real, because I can feel
All that my flesh wants to say
...downward
Wait, where am I
What are these silky threads
That are so soft
My heart presses my mind to dread
The sleep has waned to a stupor
And my legs are wobbly with lack
What brought me to this...place
I don't think I can get back
...on track
Oh, there is no track
I'll just lie down for a while
"GET up you sluggard!
Your husband knows you're defiled!"
My body becomes limp
With every try to stand erect
The threads grow tighter
And burden my elect
...tion, shunned
............what have I DONE!
MY LORD...WHAT HAVE I DONE
JESUS! PLEASE COME
That cry, that Tehillah cry
Brought down Daddy God
Who knew all along
That THIS road I must trod
So that the lies of wrong vs right
Would never persuade me again
Because the long and short of "sin"
Is doing anything without HIM
The reason HE is in charge
Is because HE walked the way out of hell
When I chose to yell and expel the enemy
I walked out as well, now I am charged to tell
....YELL HIS NAME
HIS EARS HEAR
His arms are infinitely lengthened
His LOVE is all encompassing
To find His children and strengthen
....the heart to FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-09-2019
Note: A tehillah praise is a yielded heart cry that reaches a LOVING God from a place of complete dependence. I can't count the times, when in the night, I have said, "JESUS!" What I find, every time, is that He is the overseer, pulling out of me, strength, and resilience I was unaware of, and it can only be found IN Him. Oh, and the first time I heard of this type of cry, was listening to Tommy Bates. That message is on YouTube. Check it out.
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