Grownup Grub

That place, that empty space Where the darkness grows deep and drear Movement is slow, with nowhere to go But initiative is too low to get you out of ...here If you could know "here" by finding "near" A location could guide you to a ....figment of the imagination This mind, this incredible, stupid, mind, that keeps me blind From daring to move toward productive investigation Wait! I've been here before...there's a hidden door I just have to think my way straight past all the delusional gates How is that possible, fighting illness in the midst of this stillness And circumstances rising up like a fortress all around It has to do will feeling and what kind of hope I'm reeling In the dark hour of sensing I am bound.... AH! Yes! I am found LOVE is my reminder, my darkest abyss finder That transition births a baby through a narrow ring And that the pressure without measure Is necessary to deliver process, through the mess, that created the thing ...in the first place Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-24-2019 Note: Anytime we, as faith walkers, are about to be transitioned into new territory, all of the sensing world will build pressure around us, so that at the exact moment when all light seems to be shielded from us, we BURST forth into a new experience. The process is difficult, and will cost the believer everything!