Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

BLOWING KISSES

So many cloudy days
Moments where the sun beat down hot
Typhoons, hurricanes, tornadoes
Reminding us of what we ain't got

Sitting on a wooden bench
With a gentle breeze writing out hope
Feet in the creek without a care
Nibbling on the sweetest cantaloupe

The phone rings with unexpected news
Shattering the heart into a thousand pieces
Grieving all the losses of blunted connection
Trying to bargain with god through many fleeces

An act of kindness when depression rules
Takes the soul to the end of denying self
Listening ears open and expand
To take identity off the safe little shelf

Finally, LOVE has come and enveloped
The wondering mind into eternal flow
The refreshing water of connection
Has yielded to wherever spirit wants to go

...pulling up roots, and blowing kisses

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-29-2026

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Alison A Smith July 29, 2026 at 11:11 PM Identity is hard to find alone. Trudy Schrader July 30, 2026 at 4:25 AM Yes, and too often, we assign it to our S.E.S., our ability to help others, education, etc. My identity is secure in LOVE. Now, I can get to loving on people without being altered by their space in the growth process.