THE COLLECTION PLATE

What treasures will be in the plate Meant to provide for the good Monies from thither and yon Doing only what saints could Why does the surplus never touch The hurt that all good has done Heavier and heavier grows the weight That forgiveness and mercy can not outrun Decades of healing attest to grace Boundaries line the field of the mind The gate is open to whosoever will But TRUTH is far from doing fine I wished to GOD, words were straight Communicating LOVE between hearts But fear has gnarled the lines Making it impossible to find where to start The clogged lines of others Is pushing back on my continual flow The plate goes around, once again And everyone knows...TRUTH has nothing to show but the shame of being ignored Written by Trudy Schrader on 11-24-2023 T