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