I heard the clanging of the gate
As wonder and fear began to reverberate
The more you opened up, I ran in
Neither of us concerned for where we had been
I had never played without terror
You had never experienced relationship without error
I washed myself in the color of your desire
You warmed your icy heart by my constant fire
I loved the endless nights of laughter
Conversations of understanding about what our hearts were after
The light shone with brilliant blue and radiant red
I hearkened and hung on every word you said
.....creek..........crack.....crap
Time rose up and cracked her whip
She raged and roared with, "What is THIS!?!"
I jumped up and ran, I ran faster than wind
She yelled, "You whore...he's mine, you will NEVER have him!"
My heart longed for that place
OH, just to be in your space, touch your hand....your face
But I kept my distance so that time could make me forget
About love and what it felt like when you lit
......my wet wood, that no one else could
.........get near
.........................touch
Time heals NOTHING!
I saw you after a long span of dreary years
I longed, still, in deep sorrow and invisible tears
You seemed happy to those who wanted to believe
But I saw your naked soul, and vowed to never leave
....the hearth of your heart
You may be married to a companion for life
She may even look like a loyal, obedient wife
But she knows you saw eternity in my eyes
That I saw your truth behind the convenient lies
Every man's heart, if mauled by a she bear
Is hidden behind briers, thorns, and tares
To prevent black widow spiders from feasting on flesh
Without pause or time to rest
.....til she wins
What!?!
No matter what matter lies between us
You are safety and rest, my forever home
You broke all of my defenses
To give me the ring of promise, I will never again, be alone.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-26-2019
Friday, April 26, 2019
Saturday, April 20, 2019
CROOKED BOW
Lament was so excited
He had finally reached the age
Where he discovered the meaning
Of his name, so that he could gauge
....his future
As the clan gathered
Into a circle around the fire
Tears of sorrow and grief
Lined their faces, as he began to desire
....no name
His "father" spoke a truth
Nothing or no one wanted to hear
"You were left in the woods
After the battle, so we took you into our fear
...of the gods
No child is to be left alone
But you are not part of our clan
We vowed to raise you
Until this day, when you become a man
...of no land
Your name means sorrow and grief
And identifies you as a bastard child
No matter where you go
Your name will cause you rejection, like the wild
....animal without a home"
Lament picked up his belongings
And walked away with crooked bow on his back
He finally understood the why
Of his life, always needing, and constant lack
....of basic necessities
Along his journey, he met a man
A wanderer in the desert of time
He gave him a huge bag of goods
That would entertain, as he dealt with his mind
....of intense rage
A few years down the road
He met a woman with a red coat
Who offered him wine for sorrow
And a harp, to play out, note by note
...his grievances
By the time Lament saw the next man
He yelled out, "I can't carry anymore stuff!"
The man, in patient assurance
Asked, "So you have had enough
...of seeking your own?"
Lament laid down his burden
And walked away from all he had known
For the hope of seeing fruit
From the constant toil and struggle, in the seeds he'd sown
...throughout his journey
After decades of walking with the man
Lament was given a brand new name
His name became Isaac
Laughter, in sorrow, means he would never be the same
...bastard, as before
He found out who his true father is
He created the ground Isaac walked upon
Every moment with with the man
Strengthened and solidified, the eternal bond
...of belonging
One day, the man asked Issac
"Where is your bow that made you a man?"
He answered, "It was crooked
So I left it behind, with the clan
...who gave me my name"
Toward the end of his life
Isaac met a clan member on the road
Who shouted out, "Lament"
But Isaac didn't respond, to the name with a goad
...of rejection
He walked on....fully accepted
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-20-2019
He had finally reached the age
Where he discovered the meaning
Of his name, so that he could gauge
....his future
As the clan gathered
Into a circle around the fire
Tears of sorrow and grief
Lined their faces, as he began to desire
....no name
His "father" spoke a truth
Nothing or no one wanted to hear
"You were left in the woods
After the battle, so we took you into our fear
...of the gods
No child is to be left alone
But you are not part of our clan
We vowed to raise you
Until this day, when you become a man
...of no land
Your name means sorrow and grief
And identifies you as a bastard child
No matter where you go
Your name will cause you rejection, like the wild
....animal without a home"
Lament picked up his belongings
And walked away with crooked bow on his back
He finally understood the why
Of his life, always needing, and constant lack
....of basic necessities
Along his journey, he met a man
A wanderer in the desert of time
He gave him a huge bag of goods
That would entertain, as he dealt with his mind
....of intense rage
A few years down the road
He met a woman with a red coat
Who offered him wine for sorrow
And a harp, to play out, note by note
...his grievances
By the time Lament saw the next man
He yelled out, "I can't carry anymore stuff!"
The man, in patient assurance
Asked, "So you have had enough
...of seeking your own?"
Lament laid down his burden
And walked away from all he had known
For the hope of seeing fruit
From the constant toil and struggle, in the seeds he'd sown
...throughout his journey
After decades of walking with the man
Lament was given a brand new name
His name became Isaac
Laughter, in sorrow, means he would never be the same
...bastard, as before
He found out who his true father is
He created the ground Isaac walked upon
Every moment with with the man
Strengthened and solidified, the eternal bond
...of belonging
One day, the man asked Issac
"Where is your bow that made you a man?"
He answered, "It was crooked
So I left it behind, with the clan
...who gave me my name"
Toward the end of his life
Isaac met a clan member on the road
Who shouted out, "Lament"
But Isaac didn't respond, to the name with a goad
...of rejection
He walked on....fully accepted
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-20-2019
Friday, April 12, 2019
ARKANSAS GIRL
Like a torrent of wind
A quake shaking the ground
All of my insecurities
Topple at the rumbling sound
...of His voice
Whose presence commands
The wisest, among men
Who can lay down His life
And in three days, rise again
...to speak
The fragrance of manna
Fills every space of my being
I don't need five senses
To experience without seeing
....my LOVE
I am my beloved's, and He is mine
I'm not asking you to believe
Just letting fear know
That I am about to leave
...the natural state
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-12-2019
A quake shaking the ground
All of my insecurities
Topple at the rumbling sound
...of His voice
Whose presence commands
The wisest, among men
Who can lay down His life
And in three days, rise again
...to speak
The fragrance of manna
Fills every space of my being
I don't need five senses
To experience without seeing
....my LOVE
I am my beloved's, and He is mine
I'm not asking you to believe
Just letting fear know
That I am about to leave
...the natural state
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-12-2019
Thursday, April 11, 2019
OVERLOOKED
Dread clutched her throat
As captains picked their teams
Even though she had desire
She never allowed herself to dream
He watched them divide up
Into groups of ten
He was number twenty-one
It was clear, no one needed him
Friends all married and on their way
She still lived at her childhood home
No one had to tell her....overlooked
She would trudge through life, alone
Always weird, definitely different
Coworkers are like bullies on the playground
The words at recess passed with time
But the shunning in the break room, reverberates the silent sound
Out of all the people one could have picked
No one would even notice the throng below the idols
Stepped on, used as ladder rungs
So the important can ride the stallion with bejeweled bridles
....to the OVERLOOK
Position is everything
In a system that values power
But humility accepts the position
Without the compulsion to cower
...to man
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-11-2019
Note: I felt overlooked for most of my life, until Daddy God showed me that HE overSEES everything that concerns me. I don't always like where He has led me, but I would not change a thing....and I am eternally grateful :)
As captains picked their teams
Even though she had desire
She never allowed herself to dream
He watched them divide up
Into groups of ten
He was number twenty-one
It was clear, no one needed him
Friends all married and on their way
She still lived at her childhood home
No one had to tell her....overlooked
She would trudge through life, alone
Always weird, definitely different
Coworkers are like bullies on the playground
The words at recess passed with time
But the shunning in the break room, reverberates the silent sound
Out of all the people one could have picked
No one would even notice the throng below the idols
Stepped on, used as ladder rungs
So the important can ride the stallion with bejeweled bridles
....to the OVERLOOK
Position is everything
In a system that values power
But humility accepts the position
Without the compulsion to cower
...to man
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-11-2019
Note: I felt overlooked for most of my life, until Daddy God showed me that HE overSEES everything that concerns me. I don't always like where He has led me, but I would not change a thing....and I am eternally grateful :)
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