Who would have ever thought
All of living could come to this
Mourning over what was
A perpetual state of exclusionary bliss
Pop! Went the weasel, as she moved,
Toward the only difference to give her voice
While he skipped along behind
As the man who yielded to woman's choice
Out from original creation, she came
He, never quite...the same
Throughout HIStory, memory of time
Has scratched on the dotted line
Lie after lie, causing man to believe
Nothing of the original creation
Learning passed new and tantalizing sensation
To bring humanity to retrieve
............................RESTORATION
She was brought to humanity
On cloven tongues, fifty days from ascension
To comfort and teach, maybe even reach
The part of the mind that desire's retention
One span of time was devoted to feeling
The second, the age of reason arrived
When Wisdom looked upon her children
She sighed with relief that TRUTH had survived
.......................treason
In the bed, yes, always in the bed
The majority are fighting off attacks of fear
Some sleep in comfort, with memory
Replaying all the dreams of previous years
Still, there is a remnant.....engaged in battle
Riding to war without a comfortable saddle
.................Mercy riding on Wings of LOVE
It's that line, that ALWAYS leaves void, in the mind
And that incessant need pulling back on the DIVINE
.......................for Pity's Sake............let me at least......................REMEMBER
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/29/2020
Friday, May 29, 2020
Wednesday, May 20, 2020
POSTULATING PAIN
She passed many things, daily
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be
.................................FOUND
Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a purse of peace on its shoulder
Til the very thing one can never have or be
Is at the very place, forbidden, but now, wiser and older
She looked, maybe that was wrong too
But a glance caught her inner eye of wonder
Difference sat itself, right there in the tree, for everyone to see
The earth beneath her footing roared with thunder
She came to herself with a fevered haste
Rushing to leave the sacred place
.......lest sHE behold HIS fierce face
She avoided, went around, cut paths in the ground
Yet there difference still sat, living, breathing, NOT DEAD
............peace.......the only .........sound
Time stood still at the site of difference
The record played "Don't go near!" Yet difference
.............is HERE
Pain seared in her mind as she began to reason
Truth wasn't for the one who came from a rib
Men carry vision of the GOD, allusive, unknown
Maybe sHE could be greater if her mind uncovered
........a...........what???
No! Away, go away, little girl
Awwww, the pain, it hurts,
............ugh! I don't care if I DIE
...................nothing is as bad as THIS
CONSTANT BEATING OF A DRUM, GET ON WITH IT LITTLE GIRL, GO DO WHAT IS ALREADY .........................................................DONE.....................................
The bullet shot through the window, shattering glass
Leaving a hole for her to approach and finally ask
.........a question
She did it, walked into the presence of difference
And Difference wasted no time to point to the pain
He ran over the messages secretly playing
In the back, pushing her to the point to act "insane"
She repeated the message as though it were TRUTH
But Difference showed the flaw in reason and touch
Sitting in the forbidden tree no one could come near
Made HIM god, and obedience, a broken crutch
............for a HUNGRY god
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/20/2020
Note: Pain is difference. It is the thing that makes us grow and come to know what is of LOVE and what isn't. We must push into our pain to understand, rather than yield to the idea it will last forever.
As records played in the background
Don't go near, stay away, don't touch
Til she drove herself to the only place SHE could be
.................................FOUND
Monotony has a rhythm of its own
Familiar carries a purse of peace on its shoulder
Til the very thing one can never have or be
Is at the very place, forbidden, but now, wiser and older
She looked, maybe that was wrong too
But a glance caught her inner eye of wonder
Difference sat itself, right there in the tree, for everyone to see
The earth beneath her footing roared with thunder
She came to herself with a fevered haste
Rushing to leave the sacred place
.......lest sHE behold HIS fierce face
She avoided, went around, cut paths in the ground
Yet there difference still sat, living, breathing, NOT DEAD
............peace.......the only .........sound
Time stood still at the site of difference
The record played "Don't go near!" Yet difference
.............is HERE
Pain seared in her mind as she began to reason
Truth wasn't for the one who came from a rib
Men carry vision of the GOD, allusive, unknown
Maybe sHE could be greater if her mind uncovered
........a...........what???
No! Away, go away, little girl
Awwww, the pain, it hurts,
............ugh! I don't care if I DIE
...................nothing is as bad as THIS
CONSTANT BEATING OF A DRUM, GET ON WITH IT LITTLE GIRL, GO DO WHAT IS ALREADY .........................................................DONE.....................................
The bullet shot through the window, shattering glass
Leaving a hole for her to approach and finally ask
.........a question
She did it, walked into the presence of difference
And Difference wasted no time to point to the pain
He ran over the messages secretly playing
In the back, pushing her to the point to act "insane"
She repeated the message as though it were TRUTH
But Difference showed the flaw in reason and touch
Sitting in the forbidden tree no one could come near
Made HIM god, and obedience, a broken crutch
............for a HUNGRY god
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/20/2020
Note: Pain is difference. It is the thing that makes us grow and come to know what is of LOVE and what isn't. We must push into our pain to understand, rather than yield to the idea it will last forever.
Sunday, May 17, 2020
WITHOUT A WORD
I have no word
About time before matter
No explanation
Of what went down
I have no word
About worlds or others
Who may be living
Where we have not found
I have no word
About concepts above
No wisdom
On how it all works
I have no word
About the world below
Or systematic way
To answer exactly WHERE fear lurks
......waiting in shadow
But, without a word
I follow still
Knowing that what is unknown
Is no less real
Without a word
I pursue your flow
Trying to catch a ride
On the the White Light's Brilliant Glow
No word, not one single word
Has to be spoken
For me to believe
Wisdom is cloakin'
.............Revelation in LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/17/2020
About time before matter
No explanation
Of what went down
I have no word
About worlds or others
Who may be living
Where we have not found
I have no word
About concepts above
No wisdom
On how it all works
I have no word
About the world below
Or systematic way
To answer exactly WHERE fear lurks
......waiting in shadow
But, without a word
I follow still
Knowing that what is unknown
Is no less real
Without a word
I pursue your flow
Trying to catch a ride
On the the White Light's Brilliant Glow
No word, not one single word
Has to be spoken
For me to believe
Wisdom is cloakin'
.............Revelation in LOVE
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/17/2020
DEFINING LOVE
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
LOVE IS
Patient
Kind
Rejoices in Truth
Always Protects
Always Trusts
Always Hopes
Always Perserveres
LOVE ISN'T/DOESN'T
Does Not Envy
Does Not Boast
Is Not Proud (God resists the proud)
Is Not Rude
Is Not self-seeking
Not Easily Angered
Keeps No Record of Wrongs (forgiven forgives)
Does Not Delight In Evil
THE TRUTH
LOVE NEVER FAILS!!!!
Note: When I made the Live Video on Facebook, I was verbally processing, and messed it all up. So, Daddy God is helping me clear it up now. Just as Erickson has stages of development, Love does too. There is a task in each stage that has to be completed before moving to the next. I hope you see it as I just did.
Patient vs. Impatience....develops Unity/Purity
Kind vs. Unkind....develops attitude toward Difference/Choice
The list of ISN'T/DOESN'T comes in the position of #3 because it is where we learn to WAR/BATTLE against Entitlement/Self-Preservation
Position 4 is so beautiful...I can't do it justice. Four is Direction (Jesus is always our true North)/Order and our lives come into line with Him. This is why #4 is our HEART ATTITUDE!!!
We learn to Rejoice in TRUTH. This task is pivotal, a paradigm shift. You will either come into line w/Jesus or He will break you, and reset you. You simply can NOT move without LOVE.
Protects vs Self-Preserves...develops the courage to move into Ministry/Work
Trust vs. Mistrust...we learn interdependence...He tells us WHO we are in HIM...Marriage/Family
Hope vs Despair....we learn to Rest in Worship :)
Perseverance vs. Surrender....we learn to move IN PAIN to bring forth New Beginning/Circumcision
And, if we do NOT surrender...LOVE NEVER FAILS...we enter into Vision/Birth
LOVE IS
Patient
Kind
Rejoices in Truth
Always Protects
Always Trusts
Always Hopes
Always Perserveres
LOVE ISN'T/DOESN'T
Does Not Envy
Does Not Boast
Is Not Proud (God resists the proud)
Is Not Rude
Is Not self-seeking
Not Easily Angered
Keeps No Record of Wrongs (forgiven forgives)
Does Not Delight In Evil
THE TRUTH
LOVE NEVER FAILS!!!!
Note: When I made the Live Video on Facebook, I was verbally processing, and messed it all up. So, Daddy God is helping me clear it up now. Just as Erickson has stages of development, Love does too. There is a task in each stage that has to be completed before moving to the next. I hope you see it as I just did.
Patient vs. Impatience....develops Unity/Purity
Kind vs. Unkind....develops attitude toward Difference/Choice
The list of ISN'T/DOESN'T comes in the position of #3 because it is where we learn to WAR/BATTLE against Entitlement/Self-Preservation
Position 4 is so beautiful...I can't do it justice. Four is Direction (Jesus is always our true North)/Order and our lives come into line with Him. This is why #4 is our HEART ATTITUDE!!!
We learn to Rejoice in TRUTH. This task is pivotal, a paradigm shift. You will either come into line w/Jesus or He will break you, and reset you. You simply can NOT move without LOVE.
Protects vs Self-Preserves...develops the courage to move into Ministry/Work
Trust vs. Mistrust...we learn interdependence...He tells us WHO we are in HIM...Marriage/Family
Hope vs Despair....we learn to Rest in Worship :)
Perseverance vs. Surrender....we learn to move IN PAIN to bring forth New Beginning/Circumcision
And, if we do NOT surrender...LOVE NEVER FAILS...we enter into Vision/Birth
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
DELIVERANCE DAY
Their flight of fight
Was in the dead dark night
Where movement couldn't be detected
She sat in the buried back
Where all of home was packed
Into a space that had yet to be infected
...with abuse
Only seven going on eleven
Never to be convinced of an elusive heaven
She sat in the middle of mama's mess
Forget all the ways above and around
It was obvious where down was bound
This family was getting nothing less
...than hell
For hours and hours they drove
Into a old timey pot bellied stove
Where the fire roared with laughter
Just outside of the state line
He caught her on the the edge of time
And all things altered thereafter
...in the silence
No one spoke
Fast forward forty years
Where she has dried all her tears
But still sits in that packed up car
No space for others to invade
Where her final home was made
Into a battlefield bizarre
...of fear
Even if you swept it clean
Of all that life could mean
The smell would linger in the air
Invisible strings connected
To things that others have rejected
Bringing light to her hideous affair
...still
.........no one sees
................................WHERE...........
....................................................................SHE .....................is
The rancid smell of purring cats
Tell the concerned to just stay back
Far from her sacred place
You can judge and mock
The swing of her tick tock
But this is where she sees her mother's face
...and feels her embrace
...........no grief can remove.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/19/2020
Was in the dead dark night
Where movement couldn't be detected
She sat in the buried back
Where all of home was packed
Into a space that had yet to be infected
...with abuse
Only seven going on eleven
Never to be convinced of an elusive heaven
She sat in the middle of mama's mess
Forget all the ways above and around
It was obvious where down was bound
This family was getting nothing less
...than hell
For hours and hours they drove
Into a old timey pot bellied stove
Where the fire roared with laughter
Just outside of the state line
He caught her on the the edge of time
And all things altered thereafter
...in the silence
No one spoke
Fast forward forty years
Where she has dried all her tears
But still sits in that packed up car
No space for others to invade
Where her final home was made
Into a battlefield bizarre
...of fear
Even if you swept it clean
Of all that life could mean
The smell would linger in the air
Invisible strings connected
To things that others have rejected
Bringing light to her hideous affair
...still
.........no one sees
................................WHERE...........
....................................................................SHE .....................is
The rancid smell of purring cats
Tell the concerned to just stay back
Far from her sacred place
You can judge and mock
The swing of her tick tock
But this is where she sees her mother's face
...and feels her embrace
...........no grief can remove.
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05/19/2020
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