Woman Beautiful

Beauty of a woman
is multiplicity divine
many faceted loveliness
in the light she finds
her hands full of plenty
love and hopes and dreams
assurance of the treasure
drawing strength from that unseen

Fullness of a woman
overflowing life
draws one near the fountain
of the thirsting mind

Creation of a woman
splendid and refined
gives portions of herself
made over
glory to glory binds
Present in her presence
Engaging in her gaze
flowing are her words of silk that cover every haze

Beauty of a woman
From babe to timeless youth
ever refreshing is the hand of her
whose heart is wise
from loves sweet truth.

Light Creative

Grains of wood
Life rings
Annual seasons
Drought and abundance
Cycle of life
Ebb and flow
Enter QUENCH
Enter fullness
Enter water park, waterfall
River ride white water rapids safe
Rapids wild exhilarating
Breath taking soul shaking
Earth quaking quivering
Delivering
Delivering you
Into the shoes of the chaser
Of the presence and essence of His omniscience of love
Eternal wave
As feet sink and pull into depths of the ocean
And arms up in the splash of glory
Smacking up them down and down then up
And out of the flush of life's drain
And into the grains of cedar scented
Jesus lined heaven reality
Climb
Lose the mime
Hands of time
Spoken now to shout
The manifest destiny
Rise to high tide
And be the Living God
Indwelling your light creative and powerful
To the World!

What if

What if I looked at every person
As an opportunity to display the goodness of God
What if every day I asked God to show me who
I am sure that every person of everyday could not have
captured the attention of Jesus
What if I focused on here and now instead of when
What if I began dreaming of meeting every person
Where they are and then work toward the next goal
Whatever it may be
Together
What if I became a great mother and awesome friend
And even better wife
What if it was a joy to be in my own home
And yet have the ability to go wherever, whenever
What if
This really became a place where transformation
Became reality
And I beamed kindling for the fire of a catalyst

Haven Safe

White Paint like 2% Milk
Paintbrushes like hairs of a porcupine
Cement mixed bricks
I am hot and sticky with the humidity
But I am happy
Not jump up and down happy
Not 'Happy meal' happy
But I am happy
I stand on a bunk bed with a thin board across the top
The bunk bed was fashioned on site
Sprayed black
Maybe harsh, at home
But here
It is hope
It is security
It is a place to sleep and dream and grow and be
Everything Amazing
And I feel happy
Oh so happy
I might jump happily, but the board might crack for my big American body
So my soul smiles instead
I think of my guardian Angel that my mommy told me about
And the lighted print framed and placed by my bed
Made me feel safe
Even in bad times
Safe
And I paint another stroke to cover the cold gray cement bricks
And think of the child
That looks up to the top of the wall and
Feels safe
Even in bad times
Because they have a home
A Haven Safe in the Lover of their souls
And I am so happy, oh so happy
To sweat and stink and be half way around the world standing on an metal bed
painting milky white strokes inefficiently over they gray
Bricks interlaced and crowned with peace
Rocks are being moved outside
Gates are being welded tight
Walls are secure
The Water Tower will go up today
And I am happy as I can be
To proclaim to the broken babes
What is growing and flowing out of the core of me
What is good and right
What is love and light
In the stroke of white as moonlight at dusk
If only I could be a whisper in the night
As they enter and settle
Lay down to rest
Sleep, grow and be
Blessed with a crown of glory
May angels appear
To settle you dear
As you have been chosen
For this time
To be happy
Oh so happy

Chicken Fish Sheep

She gathers them unto herself
She scratches the earth to find the meat buried within
something is uncovered to reveal what is to be given
as nourishment to the need of those unable to scratch
at least not in the right places
yet

He told them where to cast their nets
They could not see where the meat beneath the water was for them
He delivered them from the void into abundance
so that they might lead others

He said to feed his sheep

ears to hear
listen
eyes to see
wide open
not stuff
but children
all ages
all sizes
need to be gathered and fed

where will you scratch
where will you fish
where do you feed the hungry




trishtrueblood

illustrator
Patrick Latimer

Wrapped in the pages was this moment in time.....

They appeared as mini-superheroes
Through the mother's eyes
Her tired body, slumped in the chair of the coffee house
Weary for the anticipation of the drive
The boy's uncanny ability to breathe life to an inanimate teddy bear dressed in kacky pants and a fishing hat
He actually has a side bag and pockets you can stick your fingers into, the bear, that is
The girl is curious also
She, however, has moved slightly past that age, into another age of beauty
Uncanny, almost, untimely beauty that is too soon for a mother to want to see on her precious baby
The one her mother breast fed only eleven years prior
But here she stands defying time, with bangs dipped, reddish on brown
Porcelain skin, timely fashion, and pink lips money cannot buy
Then there is the eldest daughter, sitting humbly, asking for nothing
Apologetically posed against her seat of disappointment
Trying to not feel too bad for not doing the things her Mother expects of her
Ahhh Mother Expectation
Kin to Father Time?
Perhaps a sister to Mother Superior
Ruler slapping hands not mine
In her heart the mother wants to give her children everything
In her heart the mother cannot give her children everything
It is as though she is the gatekeeper, rationing out gifts
So clearly she saw it, in a dream
The Superhero Mother stance with arms outstretched at her sides
One hand receiving and one hand giving
One hand yielding and one hand open
The traffic controller to the influx
Never too much too fast
For lack of appreciation
Nor too little
For the pain of want
The mother wants, hopes, yearns for a life of goodness and mercy for her children
The mother prays always
For safety and health
The mother teaches gratitude
The mother gifts with love
If only the pages of this comic book drew the end
As happily ever after
The mother could fall asleep a little easier

It occurs to her the answer is in the Gift of Love
That should be showered and not
Rationed
No punch card required for a dose of
Patience, kindness, or encouragement
No waiting til next month for more
The shelves of Super Mothers' heart are always stocked
Especially when her kids are low
Thanks to the Endless Supplier
The Glorious Giver
The Lover of her Soul
Her Father in Heaven
That never counted her wrongs and His disappointment in her

ten-in-the-summertime

ten in the summer time
at the pool by grandma's house
and grandpa-in-the- garage, waiting
to make you a hamburger and the best red kool-aid ever
green grass
merry go round
finding the quarter underwater after the life guards blow the whistle
to get back in
blue skies
with white cumulus nimbus
running with cousins
with arms way out
circles until we fall
the raspa man with the mustache and smile
more quarters from grandpa-in- the- garage
to buy whatever color sno-cone
hide in the closet and hope mom and dad leave me here
just a little longer


trishtrueblood

Shadow of the blinds
a lady in the cloth
she smiles
in the curved lips of the sun's afternoon light
blue rhythms on green curtains
a mild avocado shade
delicately offering love
no mocking today
the rot of the apple cored
one bad spot
does not spoil the whole
of your soul
the pain of the carve
does bring sweetness after the yield of the cut
one seed
saved
one seed
prayed
one seed
paved
one love
founded in truth
salvation
redemption
temptation captivated
for realization of


everlasting rhythms
of movement
in loving


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Timeless

His unshaven face, weathered
Slumped in the wheelchair
The wind from his sail gone
The clock ticked as the papers rustled in his chart
His wife passed only 18 months ago
He loved her very much you know
He cannot live without her
He dare not drink
He dare not eat
The cancer can ravage his broken body
He is broken
Only half the man he used to be
She was the other half
How do you walk?
How do you talk?
How do you live?
Half a body without love
You can almost see the years of love in his old blue eyes
He turns his head and looks in your eyes
You share the common knowledge of knowing true love
The kind that forgives all things
The kind that bears all things
The kind that joins two as one
How many mornings did they share?
How many nights did they spoon until sleep set?
How many times did he run his fingers on her bare skin?
Young tan skin to weathered covering of the beauty within
I love you
I can't live without you
He turns his head after that one deep look into my eyes
I understand
I have a love too
In youth love is timeless
Timeless is a season
Try to eat a little, okay?
Goodbye now
Call me if you need anything....
He is wheeled down the florescent hall
To the end
May the wind of peace be upon him
As he sails in the face of death



trishtrueblood

Goodnight

There is this moment at the end of the day when the work is done
When the tasks are complete
When the words are all spoken
When the time to refresh has begun

The fan is whispering a delicate dance
The blankets are turned back
Inviting romance
It is not just the physicial act of desire
Much more than this
Does my heart require

It is the final intentional
act of greeting
when our bodies in marriage
are first meeting
remembering the emotion of how we began
tendering the rowing of waters rough hands

It is the breath that is taken followed by sigh
That we are one another's
Union defined

A denial in distance or time can't replace
the charge of the Lover
in your eyes in the late

Holding and being held
By the beauty of two as one
Glistens the moon and fires the sun
My lover my friend
Now you are home

And I am beside you
And all is well with my soul
The light on our faces
The love in eyes
There is no replacement for a soul mates
Good night



trishtrueblood100707

amazing

have you ever felt as though you witnessed something magnificent
beautiful
much like the birth of a child
but different
have you ever felt significant
in a moment
as though you were given that
"fly on the wall" experience
in the making of a movement
in the changing of the world's tide
riding the upstroke of the wave
rather than being caught in an eddy of a river
today was magnificent
as connections were made
the network made to glow
with the maker's fire in the room
as you watch
metal is molded as armour
to each body present

knighted

you await
for the word of your king
heart pounding
resounding
His command
your breath is quiet
as if sound
would cause hesitation to the utterance

Go





trishtrueblood081207

Seeing the unseen

It never ceases to amaze me the work accomplished through an exhausted , but willing vessel

I can never "see" how it will be done
I can only trust that it will
What portion of perfect physical human vision does the eye allow?

Faith, an unseen frontier of possibilites
Faith, an unseen source of strength
Faith, an unseen supply of provision
Faith, tangiable as a bright fruit glistening in the dew of the morning rays and the leaves that quiver with the tenderly lavishing stroke of a summer wind
Would you have believed the package that labeled the seed had you not tasted the sweetness?
Carry me weightless into the sunrise of a new day of Trust and Belief




PMT071707

Lightening Night

I am driving home in the evening rain
That separate soul of a poet calls my name beckoning me toward the horizon
I have to go home and feed my family
I don't have time to pull over on that hill and watch the electricity map the sky
I am late for dinner
The music becomes more noticeable
The classical rhythms are mysteriously in tune with the streaks of light across a cloud filled sunset

I cannot take this evening for granted
I pull up to the driveway fully involved with the stage of His presence
The music heightening with the intensity of the lights and softening with the beads of rain turn to mist
A head pops out as they have been waiting
I extend an invitiation to the ultimate laser light show as my seven year old boy and ten year old girl climb into the front seat
We have our drive-thru dinner theatre together as I am parked in reverse, positioned anticipation
My son exclaims excitement
We sit for a few more moments capturing forever with our nets of remembrance
It is a sweet life

A little wonder and awe shining and striking
Dangerous to some and beautiful to others
Awesome, to others still
Where do you find your heart and mind in the lightening of life?
Fearful for the possibility or excited at the majesty?
Where do you find yourself?
I find myself riding the raindrops fallen to splash
Absorbed with the morning sun
Taken to heights unseen
Entered into the process undone
Embedded in the clouds
Provision of the water that is needed for life
Entering the dance of the cycle of giving
Forming and crashing that others might go on living

We are dash, bleep, fleet and flash
No time to worry or pile the trash
Release now the glory
Fear not the shine
Dance with a vengence
Sing without rhyme
Color the Lover's Crest on your life

Trish Trueblood

Beautiful

Me and my man at the Soft ball tournament on Fri evning
I had a beautiful day. I woke up at six this morning and said goodbye to my big girl as she drove to her job. I laid in bed for 8 more minutes and talked to God, mostly it was just whisperings. I woke up my next child and had her get ready for Softball tournament. Dropped her off and went to buy fruit and snacks for the day. Her team won the first two games, lost the third and fourth. BUT- she hit her first homerun today. Too cool! It was so fun to see her own suprise as she came home. We ran to the store after the last game and got Nash and Bella new outfits, ran over to Candy's and changed, jumped in the car and went to the FGF Missions banquet.Joel prepared food from all the nations supported tonight- I did not get to taste any it all- after all I was late.


The auction items were superb. The tables were beautifully decorated. The feature speaker Randy Boyd of Prepare International was such a beautiful man of God. He is so in love with the purpose of his life, to fellowship with God and bring others into the fellowship of God. He gave many examples of extravagant love he had witnessed. I was able to speak with many people that are beautiful to me. Kind hearts and givers, servants and missionaries. It was sweet. I think

The biggest thing for me today was
To hear the heart of God for me
To hear his love for me again, today
To be called again
To be chosen again
Yes, I know the first time is so special
But as anyone who is married knows-
To be chosen again and again by someone you love
Only knits your heart more tightly
Only weaves the stitches more securely
Until your heartbeat truly is one
For that moment
Your name is called, whispered
And the joy of knowing how much you are loved returns
It is passionate
It is a wax and wane of intimacy
Even in a room filled with people
It is your little secret garden
If but for a moment, in the spirit lease on earth
It is a deposit on an eternal purchase in the heavenlies

Simple Joy

As I entered the room everyone was seeking
The presence of the Holy Spirit was Fertile
I sat and the words came to me as though in a dream
" I am alive!"
Flew above my head
Scrolling through the ceiling window

"Where do you love me?" He spoke to my heart.

In a prom dress flowing?
In a field of flowers?
In a wedding dress?
On the golf course?
In a fishing boat?
In the mundane daily rowing?
On the hunt?
In the nails and screws?
Nuts and bolts?
Files and trials?
Shots and droughts?

Or is joy in the daily dishes?

Simple Joy

"I want to frame my joy in the dance of your life."
"In your song of life you may or may not ever 'sing'
For the world
With your Voice
But you will sing For Me
In your Worship
You will sing in our Promise
Of Love
That is Strength and Honor
And Tender Mercy
And ALWAYS ready for you to receive me
Excited to be intimate
With Me

I will give you more than a promise
I will give you the keys to the kingdom...



A word of pregnancy was spoken
A word of birth soon come
The waters would be broken
Creativity undone
From bondage bound up tight
Hidden from light's eyes
The head crowns to reveal
Freedom's precious sons to rise




Trish Trueblood

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trishtrueblood

The Void

“You were a quiet little girl- do you remember me when you were little?”
“No, you worked a lot.”

******************************
The Void: A Silent Conversation


Where were you when she was born?
I was working, well I was there for a little while
I remember her when they handed her to me
She smiled
Have you ever seen a newborn smile?

I had to work
I needed insurance
They all needed insurance.
What about when she crawled for the first time?
When she took her first steps?
Said her first words?
I did breast feed her for six months
I pumped as long as I produced milk
I didn’t notice that she was really hungry until she started smacking her lips when people were eating around her
She was beautiful
I remember her little white and pink face
Her black tuft of hair
She was so sweet
She grew fast
She was wild
Not like the first
She was unpredictable
Red boots in training pants
Climbing fences
I wrote a country song about her once, I didn't even like country

Fast forward……more void

Working again?
Didn’t stop, just more hours, needed the money, who doesn’t?
Too tired to notice new teeth
She slept through the night very early- I worked nights
She was quiet
I didn’t teach her much after moon and nose and eyes
She went to a decent school
I didn’t read much more than Runaway Bunny and Goodnight Moon
Dr Seuss was always fun

What about the others?
Oh.
They are also a blur, a shadow, pictures jog a little.

Why is it that time goes so fast when you look back, but so slowly while you are watching the sand fall, day in day out?
If I could go back in time…I would do it differently
I would remember not to forget all the firsts and lasts
I would enjoy more than complain
I would talk to and not at
I would listen to them and look into their eyes
Pleading with them to be filled with the sense of my love
I am their mother
I want good things for them
I was wrong in that other life
I cannot undo being gone

God help me to be present in the now of what you have given me
Help me not to hurt over failures and indifference of the past
Help me to be strong in standing in the center of your fountain of love in my family
In my place
My home
It is not a prison
It is a gift
It is your gift to me
Thank you
As I stroke their sleeping cheeks and tears roll gently into tomorrow’s lifewave
Let me ride high on the surfboard of motherhood
High Tide
Good ride…..No Fear




Trish Trueblood

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I can see you tucked behind the seemingly warm petal-blanket of the flowers
I can see your hands pulling on the fine linens of the rose
I can see your sihlouette dancing in the morning sunlight
I can see the dust of dreams falling from your feet
I can see you trying to be hidden from the world that would deny you
I can see you with my hidden eyes that need not look to find you
Can you see me as I see you?
Tucked and pulling
Dancing and dreaming
Hidden, yet seen.

trishtrueblood

CenterHouse

Not mine. Not yours.
Ours?
Needs.Theirs.
Bleeds for love.
Reaks of hope.
Dreams deferred, dreams confirmed.
Community unity?
To be or maybe not?

Gathering covering for warmth
Provision will abound
Gathering sticks build vision
Faithful hear the sound

Pipes are used to transfer from one to another
Taking from abundance to distribute for mother, sister, brother.
Underground. Alternative. Off the grid. No chart.
Father please hear my plea
Fill up this cart.

We can sow
In the flow
Pass the Salt down river
Firelight in the dark
Shines bright beyond the quiver
Straighten backs you arrows

Lift your heads you gates
Open up your eyes
See the dead before you
Breathe life from bones that dried
Tables are all set
To greet the King of Kings

Poet People

photojpaulcypert

This one goes out to my poetry people
Sneaking to write that thought in the night
Highways and byways that muse with your mind
Flowers and stars and someone's huge behind
Kids that don't baaa
And some that do
Food that is smeared and
Green colored pooh
Intently and fiercely
Wringing inspiration
Finding your rhythm
Spelling the nations
Water and nature and how the cock crows
Pork rinds and school time and how the wind blows
Some may touch you, some in despair
Some may inspire you to change what you wear
Some may be serious
Some just plain fun
Some somewhat sickly under the gun
Mostly I love you, my people that write, or photo or make things
that bring peace to that fight
That place in the core of you
Art won't let you stop
And the room may smell sweeter if you decided to mop
But smell the rose and tell the nose how to fall in love
with a scent that's not spent on springs' window shut closed

Oil the hinges
A season is new
Blow in sweet spirit
Rise mine to the kite
You'll find a wineskin that's stretched and oiled and ready
For the harvest to be poured in
As you will walk steady
Or dance in position
Oh how I love you my friends,peeps and tribe
You just make me grateful and happy to be alive

Trish Trueblood