Long Declaring Poems
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As they loomed through the sacred grove,
With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe,
Casting Oghams to the wind,
These men are wise with strength within.
They know the secrets of the trees,
And all the critters that live with these,
Once the kings would sort their counsel,
But they are the Wren, out from the wing.
First Irish chief had three eagle feathers,
Where the Bards were called the Fili,
In three worlds they would venture,
For three is sacred to the order, as is Awen.
The king is the eagle in the Duir (oak)
But the Druid is the wren that flys out from his wing.
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The Native Americans have a similar story it goes something like:
As the Eagle soared and was about to claim his kingdom,
Out popped a little wren from under his wing, and flew a few feet higher,
declaring, yes, gaze upon your king, it is I!
In conclusion: It is ok to ride on the coat tail of others as we all do, but at
some point, we all must go out there and make our own path, or own inputs.
For the wren’s nest is also the Druid’s house.
He sat upon a stool
In a bar, of all places
Three men surrounded
Chiding TRUTH for her choice
A cowboy can NOT wear a crown
With his meek and mild ways
Who builds his castle
In a field where wild beast graze
Riches stepped forward
And presented houses, cars
Degrees, and exploration
Fame highlighted name brands,
Tours, recognition, replication
Then glory shone forth praise,
Adoration, and dedication
But TRUTH saw no connection
....suddenly, they charged forth,
enacting their MATTER BASED insurrection
As TRUTH stood by WORD
Declaring, "I CHOOSE HIM."
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2025
Crawling down the tunnels
Of Chu Chi
I could almost imagine
The Viet Kong guerillas
Hiding deep under the tunnels
As the land above is turned
Into a temporary dessert
With the vegetation burned off
By napalm and agent orange
The Viet Kong creep out at night
Stealing onto the bases
Stealing weapons, food, supplies
And occasionally killing soldiers
In their sleep
The US soldiers
Stay on base at night
Terrified of the mosquitos
And of the Viet Kong
the ghosts
Surround me
Telling me their stories
And at last I fled
Through the emergency escape tunnel
Declaring victory
Profoundly shaken up
By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
In my minds eye
They have met on this sand floor
Many times before
With a soft caress on the sly.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
As birds soar
High
They have met on this sand floor.
He brings shells and driftwood for her to explore
Then leaves being shy.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
Could a lover ask for anymore?
She says nigh.
They have met on this sand floor
Declaring their love as if no one has done it before
To any passer by.
See how the ocean glides back in to kiss the shore?
They have met on this sand floor......
November 18 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Galatians 1-3
Key Verse – Galatians 1:1 Paul, an apostle, (not of men, neither by man, but by Jesus Christ, and God the Father, who raised him from the dead.)
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WELL-BEING’S RAISER
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your grace
Thank You for saving me from hell’s fire and death-sin’s brace…
Indeed, I trust You with my sincere praise
While depending on Your help along life’s race.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your zeal
Thank You for giving me Your assured redemption-seal…
Indeed, I please You with my faith, genuinely real
While glorifying Your name with how You marvelously deal.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your reaching-out
Thank You for offering to me life eternal of no doubt…
Indeed, I believe You to lead me toward heaven’s route
While declaring Your Gospel with hallelujah shout.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your compassion
Thank You for imputing to me righteousness, pardoning my transgression…
Indeed, I live for You with earnest devotion in my divine mission
While valuing Your sacrifice that brightens my illumined vision.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your resurrection-evidence
Thank You for governing me by Your supreme providence…
Indeed, I worship You, devoid of vanity’s confidence
While acknowledging Your blessings beyond any coincidence.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your power
Thank You for lifting me up from guilt’s condemnation-tower…
Indeed, I serve You since I am now Your follower
While enjoying Your fellowship midst my being a good-work doer.
Lord God, You are my well-being’s Raiser by Your loving kindness
Thank You for enclosing me within Your blissful peacefulness…
Indeed, I ask that You uphold my faithfulness
While profiting in Your ministry of stewardship-fruitfulness.
November 18, 2023
May 24 Scripture Meditations Based on Psalms 99-101
Key Verse – Psalm 100:2 Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR INVITING ME BEFORE YOUR PRESENCE
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is reigning with Your goodness
Fully rejoicing my soul against bitterness
For me to praise You midst challenges’ heaviness
Along Your blissful gladness I can experience of contentment’s fullness.
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is declaring Your name
Fully forgiving my sins out of repentance and genuine share
For me to approach You, sanctified from guilt’s blame
Along Your merciful ways I can claim.
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is presenting with Your compassion
Fully warming my heart around Your caring compassion
For me to love You with sincere devotion
Along Your helpful concern I can recognize with utmost appreciation.
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is exalting Your lordship
Fully calling for my submission to Your leadership
For me to surrender to You for acceptable worship
Along Your offered relationship within Your welcoming fellowship.
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is testifying about Your mercy
Fully strengthening my faith toward conviction-fervency
For me to serve You with faithfulness’ persistency
Along Your upholding guidance I can depend on for its consistency.
Thank You for inviting me before Your presence
that is showing Your grace
Fully enabling my being to face every ministry’s challenging phase
For me to glorify You upon Your Word’s truth-brace
Along Your empowering might I can cling to in running the Christian race.
May 24, 2022
As we be breathed with God’s own breath,
Let us love others till our death,
Sharing the grace that we received
From the moment we were conceived,
For in us, God’s Spirit dwelleth;
As we be breathed with God’s own love,
Let us help others as from above,
Living the life that He would want,
Humbling ourselves and not self-vaunt,
For His love is our source thereof;
As we be breathed with God’s own life,
Let us rise above worldly strife,
Declaring Christ’s work on the Cross,
Removing ourselves from all dross,
For in His breath is found love rife.
08.12.2021
To tell the truth,
I was no fan of opera, in my youth...
When did it come...? That turning point....?
I do not know, ........
perhaps I grew, to understand...
a wrenching tale his stories told
can grab the heart... ...grip fast ...and hold!
Puccini came, from out of nowhere
It finally made more sense to me...in spite of those who scoff, and shake their heads
Alive once more....this man long dead
has stirred my soul, ........and I was lead, into the clouds, where heaven lives!
I became a fan, ...and realized, such music lives within the blood
It rushes in, and floods my veins, just as it did to those so long ago
An aria... then a divine duet....Rodolpho and his sweet coquette
connects me to a vine entwined,
with those who listenend, long before my time.
Sitting in the dark tonight, I pause to think
who would have dreamed
how tears in the eyes, have formed a thousand rivers?
Long through the ages, still coiling with emotion
devotional artists, sing of such rapture
into the rafter's to countless reception...
A lover's kiss, the singing with prose
Skins turning cold....from the chill beauty holds
Tears to unfold, hypnotic poses
A bliss such as this
has left generations.... breathless
As the curtain is closed........ I must compose myself
Old music that echoes, as it has for centuries
bouncing off these walls....as I'm torn into two....
mingling with my heart, the old with the new
The rafter's of time, have absorbed one more time
Two tragic lovers, declaring in song
Throngs have been sung to.....hearts have been wrung
I listen, I watch, as lovers fade from the light
in poignant beauty, drifting away...
...........dying in the distance, ........
as will Mimi,
leaving her love behind....alone with a shattered heart
as death tears them apart
leaving my eyes brimming over
with tears in the dark
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"Music By Puccini"
In a lonely garden there' s a shrine
where upon a rough hewn stone is writ:
“GOD IS LOVE.”
The devoted supplicants make wail,
water the flowers, feed with crumbs
the sacramental dove.
A priest, decrepit, feeds the holy fire,
rakes the embers of the holy hearth.
Heaven is grey above.
Daily he laments in doleful orison,
unbinds the holy scroll and reads:
“Thou shalt not kill.”
His sentence is short and simple,
without exceptions and parentheses,
declaring God’s will.
though many about have forsaken
Love’s fane, have fallen prostrate
before a god of ill.
And this god has three faces,
one wreathed in pleasure’s smiles,
when the cup is full.,
a brazen face of terror
wrought in hatred’ fire,
And a skull.
Hoc est corpus*, hocus pocus
Legerdemaine, a shift in focus
Hoc est corpus, from the Mass
Hocus pocus, parody crass
Transubstantiation phrase
Ridicule, to baser plays
Papists, Protestants at odds
Declaring doctrines with regards
To our Lord’s communinion meal
Causing strife, divisions real
Luther replaced trans with con
Zwingli’s bread, alone anon
Calvin said we participate,
Joined to Christ when we partake
Hocus Pocus, thus a slur
“Magical”, what was inferred.
After Christ’s blood, more was shed
Strange remembrance, but ‘nuf said…
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*Hoc est corpus meum, Latin for ‘This is my body’
From what I can find, Hocus Pocus was the stage name for a magician who performed around 1640. Somewhere along the way, someone noted a similarity of sound between 'hoc est corpus' and 'hocus pocus', and observed (sarcastically) that the Catholics must believe magic occurred during the reciting of the mass to change the wine and bread into the blood and body of Christ...