My birdbath has become
the backyard rage! Now,
as many bees as parched
birds, they line the edge
taking buzz-sips – then
back to the honey-hive --
water, a must, in the desert,
if to stay just barely alive….
My charity, a small oasis, little
bigger than a hubcap; thousands
of grateful gulps a day~ more honey
on the way. Wonder!? Should I
have a neon sign, to attract Night
Owls and bats, already a focus of
many feral cats -- lizards, scorpions,
spiders and gnats…? What must they
think, of a semi-soft heart and head,
sharing tap water~ but off limits a cool
kitchen and king-size bed?
So beautiful you are, like a moon shining you are bright each moment in time.
So beautiful you are, you make all the moment in time feel special and memorable with all your acts of kindness.
So beautiful you are, spreading love, joy and forgiveness, making us all feel cleansed with your actions to heal us.
Heal us from all our wounds, wounds from the one who wants us to be crucified in this life.
So beautiful you are, to make us, to allow us time to grow to learn to make everything right with life.
For Jesus told us that we are all on our paths, each with a mission, walking through life and home to God's house.
So beautiful the ways to God, lifting all our love and intentions for healing and positive outcomes.
Love you are the way, you can make each day more beautiful with love and kindness, and leading a path forward home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
God gave us so many gifts, so many and they keep coming and we can see them if we pay attention.
God gave us the gift of life, life that is so amazing that we love and enjoy each breath.
God gave us food growing freely, like the apples that are so sweet and they fill us with nourishment and make us feel well.
God gave us water to quench our thirst, to make us feel clean and make us feel cool.
God gave us a love, all kinds of love, love of another, love of animals, love of all of our favorite’s things we love about life.
God did not give us money, he did give us commandments, like money they have value and they have the power to make us suffer.
God gifts are all around we are thankful and lift prayers for the gifts we receive each day of our life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Your love is so beautiful it fills the air like a sweet day, it makes the air feel smooth and calm like a hum of a bee sitting on a flower.
Your love is like the running river, smooth and moving, full of energy that lifts me to the clouds.
Love I looked and saw you near, whispering in my ear, all the beautiful things that I love to hear.
Love you are so beautiful, you must have been good, for God sent you to lift all of our hearts to float to your tune.
Love you are the one, the one that is full of beauty and love and sending it all around.
For love is beautiful, it makes us feel so incredible, like a moment in time that stays forever enshrined in our mind.
For God is love, and we are forever in love with all of the blessings that we receive each day of our lives.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Depict such a scene
Mystic frost white clouds
Twit summer/autumn
Color my world white
Encase in pearl bright
Glare I stare white “eye”
I beseech the sun to undress the stars...
Orphan feral cat wild wanders nix the blades of high grass
Wild feral tortured by the sour taste of touch bars
Camelot fluffy wild calico cat grasps
So, wake within the urban rose wilderness
Distraught unhinged unsorted missingness
So, such distorted envisioned and homeless
Meow Roar Feral
If I am your refrain, let me embrace burn...
Meow! More like a roar, razor claws
Lonely cat hunted, by humane laws
From the slicing/cutting of my flesh feral turns
Frighten, hungry or aroused cat’s wild hounds
Laden dormant on the early autumn grounds
Until a dog catcher Captured, collared and cage
Meow Roar Wild Feral
God told us that all will get judged by their works, their actions, their life, their time spent for good and bad.
God told us of the wrath that will come, the times that we may suffer on earth, times of unrest, times of sadness, times that we may have to face unpleasant stuff.
We pray to God, for mercy, for justice, for love and forgiveness as we walk through this life.
God of good, we the children of earth, seek to make amends for all of our mistakes, we seek to cleanse ourselves of negative stuff, to live in love and peace as we go forward in our life.
We lift prayers and pray for our life, our family, our community, and all that seek to make amends and go forth doing good in life.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Saddened sunsets flare their final glories.
The call of the wild never more beckons.
The wilderness has been all too soon tamed.
No longer are there unknown lands to walk.
No more does the wind call a man onward.
Buildings scrape the sky where once eagle flew.
Parking lots lie where elk and deer once grazed.
Buffalo no longer cover the land.
The wolf no longer howls his ancient rune.
The Cherokee, Comanche, Lakota
No longer stalk their game in a wide land.
But still within my heart I hear the call
That summons my soul to walk the wild lands
And I long to stalk the forests and mounts
And ford wide rivers that run who knows where.
There’re deep valleys, still, where no man has walked
And water holes from which no man has drunk.
There is much to see and so much to do,
But here I sit, matched with an aged wife
And joints that no longer move as they should.
I will stay till my heart no longer beats
And I walk in an undiscovered land.
Haven
If for heaven, is mine haven
Then I’m in a safe place
My refuged asylum mine present space
I awaken spiritually protected
Encamped by angels strong
My condition good, my love is God
~
My shelter in the storms
Helter-skelter, drops anchor
Midst life’s canker-worms
I am in a place of safety
Protected and loved resurrected
In my retreat secured safely
Haven
“The Wheel of Fortune” turns
as Kay sang – also the dead are
recycled some faiths believe --
circles upon circles, cycles of
time, history been that, done
that, still is that again and again --
I’ve loved you before, vowed
we eternal, just mouthing “Till Death
Do Us Part”...was it old age or war
our many separations? Is
love better the second time around?
The third, the fourth!? Count life’s
stock certificates, issues of reissues? –
those tears of Rome, of the cross, the washes
of the past are no different from
the floods of today...some do,
some pray...nothing changes!
Hollywood awards its counterfeit
films and compositions – I could
be rich, were I a dishonest mere
study. Imagination far deeper
than an Emmy or Oscar – a new
name means nothing to a recognized
old countenance. “When will they
EVEr Learn?”-- not yet apparently!
IN THE DOWNING OF SPRING
Autumn will soon fall;
Paving the way for winter’s
Cold nature of life:
Time for us to prepare for
Life’s cold-coming-challenges:-
They sat at the table
Casting lots for my demise
Totally unaware of my Master
With many connections and many eyes
He had already sent agents
To observe and make reports
Gathering the TRUTH
About what the deceived purport
They accepted her presence
But their plan was to use and pay
Obligation would run her legs
But the bit of money would make her stay
They had no idea she was bought
Paid for by the sacrifice of LOVE
All of her work on territory
Is never what the user is thinking of
"She's here to do our bidding
We say move and there she goes
Poor little slave girl with no money
Tossed about with every wind that blows"
In the midst of the brewing storm
A tornado of dust arose
The little slave girl, safe in the closet
While the fear kings perish in what LOVE knows
...TRUTH stands
as a little slave girl
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-21-2026
I predict, A lost balloon inclused an airloon tomatoes;
I predict.obisidiam bitter sweet floral Midwestern tornados;
I predict. Spontaneous combustion yellow brick road;
Balls eyes view seedlings sprew, breaking ground;
Marine ponds, rivers. lakes over flows;
Aura radical green flash rich soil sound;
I predict autumn harvest in spite of the weather will be found graciously received
The rain pours like blessings from heaven
The lillies and ferns dance and sway swiftly
The dry soil turns swampy and soft
It glides away all that rests upon it
The feeling is so vibrant and cozy
The hopeful heart flies with wings, far off
Wandering like butterflies...
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