Once again he vowed his love
To the woman he couldn't endure
As he ran to meet the hooker
Who would gladly reassure
...service
She clothed and fed the children
Who gave her a place in the world
As she despised the sex of boys
For not being born girls
...of choice
The rhythm of the drums beat
The sing song melodies of habit
As the dressing on her head
Choked out any idea she could desire, and have it
...without costs
He paid the bills with wages and tips
From a job he could never leave
As the lure of education prodded hope
With a fantasy meant to entice and deceive
...the weak
So many mind games to play
Especially with the disconnected heart
As actions and words dart out, hither and yon
Without purpose or a mark
...will corrupt the process
Among the walking dead, are the living
Connected to every action and word
As LOVE requires sacrifice for wisdom
THE MARK judges the absurd
...work revealed
Unbelief, Unbelief, what a relief
..........the only sin.....with a connection and a lead
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/26/2020
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Wednesday, January 22, 2020
BORROWING BURROUGHS
Fresh and new
Adventures to find
Skipping to the beat
Of a patterned mind
Follow the line
Never step on the crack
The crevices will reveal
Wanton lack
Free, everything is free
For anyone to take
Maybe adults have to pay
For Mercy's sake
Wait! I didn't agree
What have I lost
Too young to wonder
About payment...cost
..............shame
...........................no one, must know
..............................................ever
Don't know when movement
Stopped, time stood still
Holes were dug
And things were gathered around the feel
.........what is real!?!
The clear green pasture
Overtaken by burroughs of dirt
Landmines of sorrow
Continually blowing up the hurt
Lack, Lack, Lack
Black and oozing on tomorrow
Never paying back
What was obligingly borrowed
That's the thing
Return is not an logical option
Backward movement
Collects waste laden toxins
..........in the soil of the soul
One way to clear the path
Till the ground with steel blades
Ridding the soul of pockets
Collecting beliefs that satisfy and fade
..........into wispy lies
Today, Truth is clear
I can not promise what isn't mine
Money I don't have
Or payment over time
What I have in this moment
Is more than enough
To meet all my needs
Though circumstances are rough
LOVE has cleared the way
I will flow like a river to the ocean
Nothing will cause me concern
Because I honor TRUTH by laying down reason and emotion.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/22/2020
Adventures to find
Skipping to the beat
Of a patterned mind
Follow the line
Never step on the crack
The crevices will reveal
Wanton lack
Free, everything is free
For anyone to take
Maybe adults have to pay
For Mercy's sake
Wait! I didn't agree
What have I lost
Too young to wonder
About payment...cost
..............shame
...........................no one, must know
..............................................ever
Don't know when movement
Stopped, time stood still
Holes were dug
And things were gathered around the feel
.........what is real!?!
The clear green pasture
Overtaken by burroughs of dirt
Landmines of sorrow
Continually blowing up the hurt
Lack, Lack, Lack
Black and oozing on tomorrow
Never paying back
What was obligingly borrowed
That's the thing
Return is not an logical option
Backward movement
Collects waste laden toxins
..........in the soil of the soul
One way to clear the path
Till the ground with steel blades
Ridding the soul of pockets
Collecting beliefs that satisfy and fade
..........into wispy lies
Today, Truth is clear
I can not promise what isn't mine
Money I don't have
Or payment over time
What I have in this moment
Is more than enough
To meet all my needs
Though circumstances are rough
LOVE has cleared the way
I will flow like a river to the ocean
Nothing will cause me concern
Because I honor TRUTH by laying down reason and emotion.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/22/2020
Saturday, January 11, 2020
LOST IN FOUND
Lost in grief and sorrow
Wednesday's child found a way
To take what was given
And mold something funny to say
Laughter paved a smooth road
Sarcasm made them think
Is she happy, sad, angry
One thing for certain, she'll never sink
....to despair
Marriage came in like a whirlwind
Disappointment at every turn
But she took every moment to ponder
And sought out concepts she could learn
Growth was slow and methodical
With no idea where everything led
But she chose to stop fearing
And never more, give in to dread
...what could lie ahead
From barrenness to fruitful baskets
She offered them up to LOVE
She could never have believed
The ground would push her up in a ruthless shove
Up, up, up toward the light
The darkness left behind, underneath the soil
The years ahead would be difficult
Constant work, struggle and toil
...just to breathe
She learned to yield to LOVE
Fighting for the TRUTH still lying at His feet
One day, freedom came as she picked it up
And watched fear retreat
Into shadow, Deception fled
As TRUTH waited in her hand
She studied, utilized it in battle
And finally began to understand
...THE truth
All that was lost
All the grief, sorrow and pain
Is exactly where it was laid down
In LOVE...where there is no lack
.....................and everything is gain
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/11/2020
Note: Today is my oldest son's birthday...the day I went from barrenness to fruitfulness. Loss is process based, so is failure. Both are necessary for the wonderful process of growth. All that I have ever perceived as loss or failure, has been found in LOVE...which means, it was never there in the first place.
Wednesday's child found a way
To take what was given
And mold something funny to say
Laughter paved a smooth road
Sarcasm made them think
Is she happy, sad, angry
One thing for certain, she'll never sink
....to despair
Marriage came in like a whirlwind
Disappointment at every turn
But she took every moment to ponder
And sought out concepts she could learn
Growth was slow and methodical
With no idea where everything led
But she chose to stop fearing
And never more, give in to dread
...what could lie ahead
From barrenness to fruitful baskets
She offered them up to LOVE
She could never have believed
The ground would push her up in a ruthless shove
Up, up, up toward the light
The darkness left behind, underneath the soil
The years ahead would be difficult
Constant work, struggle and toil
...just to breathe
She learned to yield to LOVE
Fighting for the TRUTH still lying at His feet
One day, freedom came as she picked it up
And watched fear retreat
Into shadow, Deception fled
As TRUTH waited in her hand
She studied, utilized it in battle
And finally began to understand
...THE truth
All that was lost
All the grief, sorrow and pain
Is exactly where it was laid down
In LOVE...where there is no lack
.....................and everything is gain
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01/11/2020
Note: Today is my oldest son's birthday...the day I went from barrenness to fruitfulness. Loss is process based, so is failure. Both are necessary for the wonderful process of growth. All that I have ever perceived as loss or failure, has been found in LOVE...which means, it was never there in the first place.
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