Trudy Schrader Poet Free verse

HERE, AT THE END OF ALL THINGS

Here, at the end of all things
I wonder if laughter will be rare
Will children cease to play
Will waters run dry

Here, at the end of all things
I wonder if we will be saved yet
Will process bring us to familiarity
Will questions stand in TRUTH

Hear, at the end of all things
Children laughing in the streets
Music bringing communities to dance
The River of Life flowing freely

Hear, at the end of all things
Salvation has come to fellowship
Sitting at welcome tables
Answering questions with presence

We made it home!!!

Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-24-2026

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