Hanging almost angelically.
Praying for a breeze at the perfect pace.
Too soft, and it risks being exposed for being too fragile.
Too hard, and it risks being labelled too harsh and too cold.
The wind chime is singing so softly today.
It has mastered the art of veiling grief.
A bird on the blue bush tilting a beak is listening closely.
A brief reprieve from its nest of ever-hungry beaks.
Here comes that hurricane again, tangling the wood and strings.
Whisking sanity away. Strays gather in clusters of desperation,
Where children are told not to play, they rarely listen.
Then comes that prolonged lull.
Jagged thoughts gather themselves in spectacular futility.
The stillness is framed in a rugged mud,
An endless procession of pallbearers' deep gray.
Cherubs are trained to wade into hopelessness,
At the risk of getting graffitied. They always listen.
Then bumble home with wings sprayed in blood and a harsh lesson.
Yesterday everybody quietly slipped away.
Searching for a fresh melody of optimism.
Nobody fancies being swallowed up by the gray.
Nothing is salvaged from a wind chime after a hurricane
People gather in the crimson heat
For summer adventures when they meet.
Their chaos release,
But I like my peace
Writing in my poetry book - sweet!
When Christians gather in the church
their hearts the Holy Spirit search,
to see if they have faithful been,
or merely show up to be seen.
And as the Holy Spirit moves
He convicts hearts, and sin reproves
Causing some saints to loudly sob
While others head just gently bob.
When with clear eyes, deep truths are seen
Sin is confessed, and hearts are clean
The Spirit stirs up sobs of joy
The kind that is without alloy.
Sometimes the sobs express the cares
a suffering saint in silence bears,
then when the altar call is made
the tear drops flow with no charade.
Sobs in the sanctuary are good,
they reveal what’s under the hood.
And as the Holy Spirit moves
Mere pretense His power removes.
Lord, let the sobs in torrents flow,
Your healing power, let it show.
So that when your saints leave the church
They’ll be on a celestial perch.
A blue feather floats into my dreams,
Carried by the storm, it softly gleams;
Angry clouds gather in the heavens,
They seem they're at sixes and sevens;
Earth bound, the blue feather crashes hard...
Falling from bed, I find my dreams jarred!
The wind that carries my soul
moves through the mists of time
sweeping all that lies beyond the horizon
toward the gates of forever
gates guarded by the breath of millions
who have turned to dust
their bones vanishing across life's tapestry
to feed the earth's endless cycle
of dust returning to dust
in the bottomless well of illusions
dreams rise and gather in the stillness of silence
drawing answers from wandering shadows
that drift toward the gate, seeking the unknown
there the dust of life rests
scattered upon sacred ground
waiting to be made whole again
shaped by love
placed in life's fiery kiln and reborn
Twilight in the cathedral,
Silence fills its auditorium.
I linger in this atmosphere,
Seeking answers to my many questions.
Twilight in the cathedral,
A moment for reflection,
Discovering a path through the night,
Understanding the one who dwells within.
Silence in its auditorium,
Those seeking solitude gather in the cathedral,
Responding to the depths of existence,
Exploring the mysteries that shape the daylight.
I sit in reverential silence,
I bow my head,
Troubled and burdened,
I unwind.
I emerge from my darkness,
Journeying into perpetual light.
July 5, 2026.
long feathers shaking
birds gather in a hurry
before food is gone
Where in the world does satisfaction dwell?
Tempt a poor with money once.
He will let out such a wail
Dissatisfied faces gather in a bunch.
I witnessed those drowned in greed
Ones I believed were a symbol of sanctity.
Though terrified to question their creed
Yet I know without desires exist no entity.
I stumbled one day in a forest
When looked up, displayed a competition.
Trees shot toward the sun, leaving behind the rest
They stifle, subjugate and obstruct without hesitation.
Rivers yet are quite manipulating
They carve a compelling story
Once acknowledged as calmed, now invading
Eroded, shoveled and marked its territory.
They gather in restaurants
Discussing rising prices
Corrupt politics and religion
Developing new devices
At family gatherings
They talk of absent kin
How their weird ways
Have made them homeless again
In the community of hope
Where NPC's are living the dream
Coordinating plans to meet
Remove the splinter and keep the beam
At the heart of humanity
The scrolls are lighting with finish
The TRUTH of LOVE
Is the gold that radiates and will never diminish
While many count their blessings
And complain of fear mongering reels
The faithful are steadfast
In empty spaces feeling how it feels
...to be at peace without a home
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-29-2026
thought loosens its grip first~
a single thread slipping from the spool of waking.
then the room tilts, quietly,
as if the walls have grown tired of holding shape.
shadows gather in corners
where I’ve hidden the parts of myself I never name.
they shift, rearrange, becoming silhouettes of choices I almost made.
a door shimmers into being, breathing in slow, steady waves,
its frame throbbing like a heartbeat I misplaced in sleep.
when I reach for it,
my hand passes through as though time forgot me.
the floor dissolves into a gossamer veil,
a place where gravity loses its conviction.
I fall inward, not down, past my unspoken fears—
until the dream whispers the only truth i trust:
embrace the void
yeee and that be thuh harrr
'cauze
Yeshua say'd 'to mine
y usted
where
two three
or
gather in
His Name
He'll there
be
yup
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and fellas
y'all harken back 'to
Yahweh's Words
Inspired
His Admonish
Oracled Yeshua
by
Matthew 6:33
'magin that
ourn and
Lord
More Blessings
Moon-stead voices gather in measured longing,
Shaping thought to linger in lyric stillness;
Fourteen lines become a lantern for meaning~
Light over silence.
poem written for online poetry class assignment=write a single stanza sapphic
Petals gather in her hands, a hush of color cupped like breath;
sunlight leans across her face, tender as a secret kept close;
in her stillness blooms a truth—beauty is what the heart remembers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bluebonnets spill across the Texas highways~
it's as if the earth has flung open
a thousand secret doors
and let the sky fall through.
They gather in unruly congregations
crowding ditches,
leaning into the wind,
lifting their blue-lit faces
toward every passing traveler.
March moves through them
like a quiet blessing,
coaxing color from the soil
until the land becomes a hymn
unrhymed, unrestrained,
a wild devotion of blue.
Stepping inside its home..
A reason to shine,
surrounded by HOPE
a chance to serve HIM.
Scooping joy into a funnel
Out comes manna from God
Smiles all around me, my chance to giveth to HIM..to HIS kids ..
Time has but stopped for us as a community all working together for one common goal, to feed HIS children, food for their soul.
But now the time has come to an end
As we clean up our area, it’s out of our hands, onto a pallet destined for GODS children, as we circle around our hands of Service, laying upon this pallet, my heart is full, God is HERE with us, we bless the food in which we scooped..
We gather in the room in which we came, gather once more for a moment to capture our mission.
It’s time to go,
90 minutes of serving HIM is done,
Why is my tears ready to burst?
My one time to serve HIM
so short
where will I go,
do for HIM from here?
Jesus My Savior please continue to ENLIGHTEN me..
For my heart with HOPE is still in that room,
I left it there for the next group of disciples…
to do with as they please..
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