Is what we have all too good to be true?
Is it too much I want to always be with you?
Our love reminds me why I shall carry on through.
Your voice, your smile free me from feeling blue.
Am I really unfairly expecting too much,
When I say I always need to feel your touch.
As much as I want you here every day and night;
A weekly basis makes us fonder, so it's alright.
Is what I feel for you, what you feel for me too?
Are you the one for me, and am I the one for you?
I realized you're the one my soul was waiting for.
I just hope you also feel we have met before.
Am I right to feel we are the same rays of light?
Am I right to feel I cannot insult you in any fight?
Is it too much if I say you're perfect in every way?
For me, you are my safe harbour in life's bay.
Love does not walk
Hand in hand
On a one way street.
She had already
Turned the corner
There was someone else to meet.
Like wafts of sorrow
Interrupting the day
The Earth is shaking
This can't be THE WAY
How can light deliver darkness
To one who walks in TRUTH
Why would WISDOM
Clothe LOVE in grief since youth
The journey seems...paradoxical
Trying to make peace with chaos
In a constant state of restoration
Building materials taken from all loss
The fight is fading out of matter
The loosh has no energy to take
Fear perishes in the presence
Of what LOVE has never declared...MISTAKE
...all is as it should be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 09-04-2026
A quiet pressure in the chest, A shadow where the thoughts abide, When heavy feelings ask for rest And will no longer wait inside.
It starts behind the stinging eyes, A sudden rise, a sudden break, The sudden drop of all disguise, The simple give after the ache.
A silent drop along the cheek, Unasked, unbidden, cool and slow, When words are far too weak to speak The truths the heart already knows.
It is not weakness, nor defeat, To let the overflowing spill, To feel the bitter and the sweet, And let the noisy world go still.
And when the final tear is shed, The air grows clearer than before, A lighter burden left ahead, A softer step across the floor.
‘Little faith will bring your soul to heaven
But great faith will bring heaven to your soul’
Standing in silence
The truth speaks louder
Stepping out in the wilderness
The path of brokenness speaks louder
God will make a way
Blessings to the one that prays earnestly
The Word of God opens Up
The soul of man erupts and
His level of Faith increases.
‘Little faith will bring your soul to heaven
But great faith will bring heaven to your soul’
God will make a way.
THE CATERPILLARING WAY
Caterpillaring,
I’m cocooning oppression:
Freedom soon to soar:-
Hooray autumn is on it's way,
the long summer has been way too too hot.
Cooler days are what I want,
with a soft cool breeze covering me.
Pretty leaves falling down,
colors are a patch quilt carpet.
The welcome mat now reads autumn.
ENLIGHTENED AND ON THE WAY
TO GOD’S LABORS OF HIS LOVE
Like the shining sun,
Enlightenment came my way:
Better is coming:-
I’m making this great day,
One to enjoy living in:-
in one of her films
where a woman's strength reminds me
of the chiseled strength inside of me
Sometimes I get it right
Sometimes I remind myself
why it's important to run barefoot
on the beaches
of Sosua
to prove that you could make it here,
or anywhere
The ingrown shells
that cut my heels
help me build integrity
It's imperative,
I change the narrative,
Give me a better chance,
Glance into destiny,
Seeing only the best in me,
The rest taught me to be,
Author of my reality,
A personality behind the pen,
Bending my mind through time again,
Sending signs of confirmation,
An affirmation of elevation,
Repairing a relationship,
Getting a grip on the past,
Blasting passed barriers,
A carrier of light,
There's no need to fight,
It's going to be alright,
Setting my sights high,
I pry open the present,
My moment is now,
And somehow, I always knew,
Our dreams could come true,
Staying true to the course,
A force resides within you,
Your guide knows what to do,
And it's up to you,
To decide how to view the ride.
I’m not your typical invitation
Please apprise me of your inclination
Don’t you dare pretend
Or else I’ll apprehend
You! ~ and hang you by your subluxation
What a great photo!
Neat to see the galaxy!
Hundreds billion stars!
Estimated to contain;
And hundreds billions planets!
what a great photo!
like a huge river of stars!
stretched across the sky!
Copper bones clanking with the sound of screams far off.
Surrender is the only option I have.
Taking it all to Jesus I kneel and know he has me covered.
Washed in the blood of God himself I am forever joined by Yeshua.
Trusting in perfect peace I am guided by grace.
Planes continue to fly over head.
Thunder crackles through the silence.
The rain hitting the window cools down the summer heat.
I am aware of my own sense of self.
Shackled to my reality I belong as the center of my own experiences.
Echoes of consciousness felt from a first person perspective.
Aware of my limited gnosis I can only rest in my faith in Jesus.
Every small town along Interstate 80
told a story as my car tires sang.
They reminded me I’d been
with them before, still nestled
in fields of corn as they witnessed
each season as it passed. I surfed the radio
and with a second ear, learned to listen
for secrets the land revealed.
Downstate, locals said were true
to life, away from glistening towers
of Chicago as it rose on shoulders
of a lake that thought it was an ocean.
A friend once told me about
a woman who never drove the Loop.
A mother in a diner with two toddlers
told them to use their indoor voices
such excitement found, their lives
lying ahead. Her father nodded
to the memories they stirred.
Geneseo, Mineral and Princeton—
the story played out everywhere.
This I knew. I checked the oil
tires and gas before I started.
my car
a vessel for life
as it passes
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