Pounding the Ponder
She lies low to the ground
But don't be fooled
This climbing rose
Refuses to be ruled
After the thorns are removed
You think she's safe to hold
When she calmly asks,
"What makes you so bold?"
I swear she has eyes
That pierce the lining of the soul
Searching to test
The purity of the goal
Why allow the removal
If no one can enjoy the scent
I'm certain the process wasn't pleasant
Enough to make one resent
~humanity~
Life has brutilized
The existence of that rose
Bees gathering for nectar
Men taking her to nose
~trying to take
her essence
in the very presence
of her GOD~
Never, not once
Has one pounded her ponder
To explore and know
Living in the wild of wonder
She waits and falls
To...silence
In the presence
Of the HOLY alliance
He picks up her petals
And rebuilds her anew
In a rainbow of love
For all to view
~but never smell~
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-05-2018
Note: I've learned so much about the spirit world, which must remain separate and undefiled by the fear of the natural world. God is Spirit, Spirit is LOVE, God is LOVE. Those who KNOW God, KNOW Love. Love conquers fear. In the end, Jesus will smell us....for the presence of love. Love has a scent...He smells like manna....sweet and pure. Fear has a very noticeable smell. Some demons (mind systems of fear) smell like sulfur, methylate, and other unpleasant smells; however, the prince of fear, smells beautiful. His scent is anesthetizing. Now, with this information, reread, and gain understanding.
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