TOUCH

It is true

I didn't come out of you

But I DID come from you

Your touch reached my roots

Planted a seed, expressing all need

Longings to nourish and feed

....love

I bought things

But moments came and went

Til you entered the room

Causing me to care for nothing

Outside your presence

Presents given and received

...in a bond

No need for memory

You are interwoven

Into the fibers of my ever beating heart

You are eternal, cherished

Leaving me grateful, humbled

...in fellowship

Written by Trudy Schrader for Tina Birchfield on the day of Clara's funeral

VIBRATION LIBATION

As they entered the place

Where vulnerability lie

Sound rang forth in rhythm

While voices began to cry

People, places, events

With spirit behind it all

Pulling and pushing beat

As hearts yielded to the call

Assent and agreement

In both word and deed

The flesh yearns for music

To feed the every increasing need

...to be

Silence, boredom, sadness

Seem to be all the same state

Avoidance the only cure

To the Eastern gate

While in this body

One must engage the senses

In secret, the worst and best

Willing break spiritual fences

That wonderful climb to the place

Where feelings enter vibration

The gods are appeased

With children pouring forth libation

...to be

Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/26/2021

WANDERLAND

Like the brilliant light

Of first snow, melting

In the heat of the sun

Gathered illusion

Falls in change

Revealing the work in fun

Truth arises

Familiar fades

Hope is not attached

To glowing jade

Ugh! The atmosphere is heavy

Like grandma's jean quilt

The smell of betrayal

Lingers on a frame of guilt

How could we fall for lies

Ah! Comfort and ease has appeal

It has the power to anesthetize

As it skillfully steals

....choice

The allure of familiarity

Is like cheese to a mouse

The fear of change

Will barricade a King in his house

 

Whatever lies ahead

Does NOT accept the behind

Letting go and moving on

Into the darkness...blind

WANDERLAND

Written by Trudy Schrader on 12-15-2021

DEEPER THAN SKIN

Her skin is branded

By the trauma she endured

If only she could wear clothes

That reveal, the real, that's so clearly, blurred

His life is his own

He's tatted with freedom of choice

Bright colors heralding the motto

"If you know, use your voice"

They have a mark that identifies

The herd of cattle on the train

The genocide of a nation

To a deceived world, is heaven's gain

As they tore his skin from his back

And his tendons and muscles lay bare

The price was deeper than any skin

MARK, upon the soul, so broken could be whole

..................in the middle of terror's snare

Written by Trudy Schrader on 12/02/2021