FIND HOME
For those wondering souls who’s lost their way,
who has even forgotten their name,
For those of you, who lost their faith,
because of more than your fair share of pain.
A life of roses among the thorns,
more than petals paving the way,
More than joys, your sorrows worn,
a soul with holes like soles of shoes each day.
Would that I could have saved you,
From the cruelties your mind and heart endured,
Would could I have even prevented,
What they said was for you, no cure.
Would that I could have pointed to signs,
When your obscured vision had gone,
But the lady has now laid down the path,
for her lost children to find their way home.
For those who had gone in another direction
although Jesus said, “I am the Way”
No other Truth, no other Light there be,
it was a lie that led you astray.
Come now my children, like a mother hen,
shielding her chicks from the storms,
The grace of Christ to gather you,
in His loving protective arms.
At Christ’s return to collect His bride,
And soon we’ll be rapturously gone,
But there will still remain a narrow way
a martyr’s path in red showing the way home.
When we look around,
the world seems to be falling down;
so many wars and no common ground,
the oceans, seas, rivers and lakes bring a frown,
hopeless is this breakdown.
But, I think it all begins with love for each other,
love for the earth and the animals and fish that suffer,
it begins by doing something to help sister and brother,
oh, you may think I treat this world like a mother,
but each small thing is like a flower,
and if all the people in the world cared to seek and uncover,
can you imagine what we could discover.
Together let's walk a scary tightrope,
just you and me to find earth's hope.
In the hushed thrum
between first light
the first bird
the first mist's
touché touch on cheek
the world pauses
to catch its breath
to sigh softly—
like a mother at
her babe's first cry.
There are words I have written
That I can't collect to record
The time is gone, lesson learned
Where I learned to wield my sword
I've delivered my works
Like a mother giving birth
The fruit remains undiscovered
In seed form, deep within the earth
I grieve who I could have been
If influence would have graced my plight
LOVE has a greater plan I can't know
Until along the way, I'm graced with sight
I don't regret my decision to flow
The unknown has been dark and full of sorrow
But authenticity has grown me into identity
That is etched in the bone marrow
There is no need to declare where I've been
When you can experience His grace in my presence
His LOVE has formed patience in my movement
And compassion has formed TRUTH in my essence
...thank God for my untold story
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-18-2026
This house like a mother
a womb to curl into
a place calling for
prayers for the dead
I am an open book
a bible with torn pages
This house like a mother
whose heart is worn
outside the stars
live with hope
of better days
No sleep in the round
snail room, her spiral
empty and full
there is no one
who knows
the song of sorrow
except the raven
Starbird
Death, the only outcome
of living and choosing
we who love wisely and
we who don't
Bring back the magic
my son, my daughter,
my child who cries in the night
where the wild coyotes mourn
In the distance I listen
behind the mauve adobe wall
written across my chest
I find this poem
late into the night
with blue feathered tears.
My baby's never got to be insecure.
Truth is he is the only one I want to nurture.
My neighbours are just my found family.
My only friends where I live here really.
My home girl is more like a mother figure,
My former home boy was like a father figure,
My two friends are each more like a brother,
My other gals are just each like a sister.
My building is where I feel the least lonely.
My love is why I am now even more happy.
My life is not always the most lovely.
My homies are the ones who make it lively.
My love life is so much better than before.
My love loves me back like it isn't a chore.
Even as I spend time with them, I'll love him,
For with him, life will never again feel grim.
Know the stakes before the Show.
Risk all; let it go!
Courageously make that climb
Bring your spark in time
Life is much more than a walk,
A picnic or a jog in the park.
There's a Duty-Call from Above
With Truth, Life and to trust.
It's The Essence; the core to the crust
"But I don't understand!" you say,
"What would be the cost to pay?"
Authenticity: be faithful and true
With just the glimpse of happiness in you
Like fireworks bursting in air
Reveals The Essence: that we care!
Life and changes are hard
But fight regrets and fear retard
Be on an expert and responsible team
Persevering, sharing God's dream
Like a child inquisitive,
Learning, initiating and sensitive.
The Essence is also like a mother
Jumping up to help another,
Being sweet, kind and genuinely you,
Making others better too,
Bringing out the Best, no doubt,
With no time to "Chicken-Out!"
So live in the Essence
By your heart, in every sense,
Sophisticated, elaborate and extravagant!
Covering over us God's Love is bent.
You will see a new and better plan
If only to be still and listen you can!?
My heart, my love, sweet child O’ mine
I would if I could, free you from all confines
And bring you back home to a love so genuine
No one will love you unconditionally
No not one man
No one will ever cherish you like a mother can
A mother to her child is like beach to the sand
Your face is my face, your hand is my hand
You will never find blood as thick as mine
You can search all the land
In case, you think I forgot
Let me make this fact known
I will always be here when you get back
And gladly welcome you home
Each dawn arrives with thrills forever new,
Each sunset brings delight beyond compare.
Allow the good Lord to comfort you,
Like a mother comforting the child in her care.
Let us enjoy the best seasons of our lives,
Let His everlasting arms cradle tight.
With trustful hearts, where hope and peace revive,
The dear Lord’s arms surround us day and night.
To guard, to comfort, and to lift our soul,
Let us live joyfully, cast burdens down.
Upon the Lord, who makes the weary whole,
In Him alone, our rest and peace are found.
Both day and night, He has promised to give full care,
In Him we live and move, forevermore.
Love really exists
Caring reciprocal love
Father, children, happy family...
Father of the earth, you are beautiful
created in magnificence
graciously gifted by God
to give yourself to your children in love!
Father, exemplary man, strong
husband and royal protector,
crucial support and support...
Gently but attentively,
father warns; daughter, don't play at the table!
"Father, I'm recording, I'm not playing."
Calm, transparent pond...
ducklings learn to swim!
Father duck, watch carefully...!
Every father, patiently
like a mother similarly
of his children is a teacher
The sound of breaking is late.
Thunder shatters gray clouds after
lightning strikes the damp soil.
When pieces of sky pierce flesh,
the scream is slow to rise—
The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo.
The sound of breaking is gentle.
Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids—
each sting a secret pressed down.
Earth's unbridled tears fall for my dried irises
like a mother weeping for her daughter’s sorrow.
The sound of breaking soothes the broken.
The sound of breaking is silent.
Breaking is walking beside the light,
but too dim to cast a shadow.
I watch as the sun clears the post-rain sky,
dyes its silk blue with the arc of a rainbow—
the sound of breaking
mutes even the birdsong at dawn.
Out here,
where time forgets its name
and distance wears no shoes,
a single atom dreams
of being seen.
A nebula breathes in slow creation—
a phosphorous wound
stitched by light,
spilling stars like secrets
never meant for mouths.
What lilt remains in the voice of the void?
Even silence has shape here—
serpentine,
a slither of ancient radiation
wrapping the bones of galaxies,
like a mother tucking in
what she cannot keep.
We call it space,
but it’s more:
a cascade of almosts,
of might-have-beens and never-weres,
falling endlessly
through a gravity
that remembers everything
but forgives nothing.
The lunar dust knows—
how soft it is to vanish,
how even your footprints
can outlive your breath.
And Earth, blue with burden,
floats like a question
we’ve stopped trying to answer—
spinning myths into maths,
naming fire with numbers,
hoping to out-code
the ache.
There is a myriad of ways to be alone.
But here,
in this tender, terrible expanse,
we are together
in our unknowing.
And maybe that
is enough
to make us stars.
If not for my mother
I would have been in jail
She cool me down
Everytime them give me hate
She makes me eat
Even when I don't earn
Steadily supplying all I need.
The things
I lack
Are the things
I never asked from her
She's always giving
Unconditionally
Without seizing
She gives all she has for nothing.
None like a mother
Her love is genuine and tender
Staying with you in any weather
Always render
Support whenever you need her
Fighting your opposition without surrender.
Know the stakes before the show.
Risk all; let it go!
Courageously make that climb
Bring your Spark in time.
Life is much more than a walk,
A picnic or a jog in the park
There's a Duty-Call from Above.
It's simply just to fall-in-love
With Truth, life and to trust.
It's The Essence; the core to the crust
"But I don't understand!" you say
"What would be the cost to pay?"
With just a glimpse of happiness in you
Authenticity: be faithful and true,
Like fireworks bursting in air
Reveals The Essence: That we care!
Life and changes are hard.
But Fight regrets and fear retard.
Be on an expert and responsible team
Persevering, sharing God's dream
Like a child inquisitive,
Learning, initiating and sensitive.
The Essence is also like a mother
Jumping up to help another,
Being sweet, kind and genuinely YOU,
Making others better too,
Bringing out the Best, no doubt
With no time to "chicken-out"!
So, live in the Essence
By your heart, in every sense,
Sophisticated, elaborate and extravagant!
Covering over us God's Love is bent.
You will see a new and better plan,
If only to be still and listen, you can?
The enormity of my kindness has swallowed this callous thing alive
No longer will it’s stains of red be left behind
For so long, I have proved as docile as the smallest mutt
Sealing my nervous growls within my chest
Still, this body remains a horror
Harboring rage at the very neck of my teeth
These fangs of mine grow wildly like a mother of millions
A point indefinitely filed to a blunt end
Retracting my tongue
I will remain kind
Speaking only the softest of words
I cure my taste for conflict once more
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