FAULT LINE

I never could have predicted
That I would leave in such a way
Circumstances brought me to a place
Where I could no longer stay

The legalistic rules
All of them, hypocritical fools

In all of their getting
They were too stupid to retain
Any measure of learning
For the mentally insane

Justify, justify, justify
Then they have the nerve to testify

.........of God's deliverance

Who needs that crap
When there is life to be livin'
I'll not give one more moment
To eternal grave diggin'

I'm going to run to boat loads of fun
Until I am filled up, good and done

But don't be lookin' for me
To darken a church house door
I'm  a sippin' saint
Who won't bow to "law" anymore

But, I'll hold on to what God hates
Surely he'll let me in those pearly gates

............WHAT???
..............................Mama's dead

I can't........................breathe


Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-19-2019

Note: This has been the most difficult write of my life, and it is not autobiographical...that's probably why. Anyway, when reading the poem, think about how a fault line works, and hopefully, you will have an earthshaking experience.