We have taken up arms
Against what has been rejected
Inoculated ideology
To prevent perfection from being infected
All energies focused on creating
A world promised, yet not attained
Hiding sins and transgressions
By jailing the saints
Cycle after cycle set to repeat
Medal adhered, firmly, to the feet
Ride on, brother and sister
....ride on
But try to make it count
Reason every season
Walk the talk
To reveal what LIFE is all about
Outside, in depth
Everywhere you go
Exposing or hiding
Someone will always know
....secrets
It is the fear of what will be
That holds the power of what we see
...as true
Perception of self, destroyed
Identity, armed and deployed
...as worthless
So tired of the fight
Just wanting to be known, in life
Fully embraced and accepted
Judgment pulls the lure
Invites and adjures
To idealize the perfected
....idol
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03-04-2023
Children know where first to go –
the easy places where there’s
plenty to fill Easter baskets
with simple-foiled chocolates.
But the special eggs are never there,
they are in the secret places –
holes in trees and crannies found
during games of hide and seek.
While they search, they watch another,
for once one finds a special egg
all must, as even children know that
more of less is less than some of more.
The children have grown and left
and no longer sneak breakfast peeks
to find glints of colored reflection
and scheme where first to go.
No, it is now ourselves now
who search on Easter mornings
for glinted memories hidden
in our own secret places.
But Easter’s hunt is not of the past
and this day, more than all others,
adjures our own resurrection
and search, within our empty lives,
for the special eggs offering,
as communion, more of more.
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