WRESTLING REST
Lying on silk sheets
Warm covers up to my neck
Yet sleep will not land
Walking the white sand
Gentle breeze wafting fragrant flowers
But angst grips my heart
Sacred connection in motion
Children are happy and content
However, a dull knife pierces memory
....empty, no back, no front....just HERE
in this God forsaken space
...........weeping.....for comfort, wisdom, and grace
Shhh...silence is working
Be still, soul of sorrow
Wait without wailing....walling in the wake
Change is happening
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-04-2025
Copyright © Trudy Schrader | Year Posted 2025
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