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1/15/2011 12:34:01 PM

Trudy Schrader
Posts: 3
They ride around
On lightening bolt brooms
Trying to keep wild colors
Contained in conditioned rooms

They absorb paint
In their frames of wood
Telling the liquid to be images
That are pleasing and good

Outside of the holy walls
Colors run unconstrained
Passion and evil become one
In the life under no restraint

The ungodly paint with sin
The faithful color with virgin oil
Sinners and Saints
Are as different as water and soil

The problem with painting
Has nothing to do with color or line
Faith and fear are exactly the same
In the context of time

The running to and fro
Is always guided by a hand
Faith frees us to God
Fear staples us to man

In the end we know nothing
Of the result we longed to possess
How disappointing for the framlings
Who find their masterpiece has been repossessed

Written by Trudy Schrader some time in 2009

Note: This is the 2nd poem in the breaking down of a concept. It's ok, but the 3rd one is much better. I won't bother with the 1st one...it's hideous.
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