Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

White Washed Wisdom

I was doing just fine
Atop my mountain of white
Where I could touch, better sinners
With luminescent light

I could proclaim, "Forgiven"
To those on the right road
And not think about the scum
Laden with the weighty load
...of filthy lusts

Such a sleepless night
Tossing and flopping in my bed
Wondering what on earth
I hadn't rendered dead

I saw the River rushing
Toward a frightful end
Fighting off the embrace of dread
That might be around the bend
...of a clogged drain

Suddenly, I let go, and released
Ideal...from a mighty height
As I plunged downward
To the wrong of my right

The River bed was...almost dry
And I saw a man sitting at a bar
I looked up at where I had been
My heart broke as I comprehended how far
....forgiven was from the Well

I argued, look at that man
Sitting there with his pretty little find
He doesn't get to be forgiven
With a perverted mind

Come to think of it, my LOVE
I don't recall you dealing with molestors
Your own mother was a child
Carefully and shamefully sequestered
...due to her sinful womb

There is a secret you know
That I have yet to embrace
All of us are your children
With a unique color and assigned place

I will work on allowing LOVE
To be what HE is in the space provided
And edeavor to dismiss judgment
When Wisdom is divided
....on the CROSSroad

Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-08-2018

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