Pounding the Ponder

She lies low to the ground But don't be fooled This climbing rose Refuses to be ruled After the thorns are removed You think she's safe to hold When she calmly asks, "What makes you so bold?" I swear she has eyes That pierce the lining of the soul Searching to test The purity of the goal Why allow the removal If no one can enjoy the scent I'm certain the process wasn't pleasant Enough to make one resent ~humanity~ Life has brutilized The existence of that rose Bees gathering for nectar Men taking her to nose ~trying to take her essence in the very presence of her GOD~ Never, not once Has one pounded her ponder To explore and know Living in the wild of wonder She waits and falls To...silence In the presence Of the HOLY alliance He picks up her petals And rebuilds her anew In a rainbow of love For all to view ~but never smell~ Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-05-2018 Note: I've learned so much about the spirit world, which must remain separate and undefiled by the fear of the natural world. God is Spirit, Spirit is LOVE, God is LOVE. Those who KNOW God, KNOW Love. Love conquers fear. In the end, Jesus will smell us....for the presence of love. Love has a scent...He smells like manna....sweet and pure. Fear has a very noticeable smell. Some demons (mind systems of fear) smell like sulfur, methylate, and other unpleasant smells; however, the prince of fear, smells beautiful. His scent is anesthetizing. Now, with this information, reread, and gain understanding.