Grave Gardner

I've been troubled
As of late
Stumbling in the darkness
To the presence of a golden gate

The moment I reach
The glistening bars
I awake, irritated
That I can only go...so...far

~then Reality~

That feeling of want
Presses me to find
Perceived treasures
In my empty mind

There has to be a key
That will open what's closed
Beyond the boundaries
Of what this world knows

~about the Sacred~

Without the all from beyond
The confines of this place
I must reconcile my knowledge
To that locked gate

Imagination and dreams
Invite the bored to entertain
That life would be better
If you possessed all you COULD gain

~without unpleasantness~

Everything in this ground
Grows with weeds and fruit together
Each plant has to fight
To not allow self to be tethered

What is this place I'm in
It seems to be a garden of death
Where the withered and worn
Lay down their last breath

~to a black earth~

And the Grave Gardner
Collects the doomed soul
Awaiting the Revelation
Of a hidden goal

~there has to be a reason~

Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-08-2018
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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July 9, 2018 at 8:45 AM
Hi Trudy.. so glad I came across your terrific poem this morning. Reading poetry gives me life energy. Yours gave me a boost!
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July 9, 2018 at 2:55 PM
You made my heart smile :) Thank you! This is my first writing on the subject, two more times through my cow tummies, and it should be what I wanna say. I'm working on this one constantly. Meditation is a wonderful tool.
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July 9, 2018 at 6:35 AM
What a thought provoking piece. your lines hold so many wonders that so many can relate to thinking about. keep being inspired by what can be beyond the boundaries
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July 9, 2018 at 2:57 PM
There is something in humanity that pushes us to believe that something grand and spectacular lies beyond what we know of LOVE. For me, there is nothing more perfect than LOVE. My Daddy God is full of all the wonder I will need in this life and the life to come :)
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