Thursday, August 7th, 2008
When we think everything is well
it is what we tell.
When we think the world is in the rasmussen it is what we say.
When we believe our world is okay it is what we say.
When we think it is it becomes all of what we say.
When everything is allowed to be then it is what we believe and not what it must become because we say so.
Therein lies the divinity which only one knows.
No one can claim which is not theirs.
It is held in the beauty of love.
When we think it is love, it is love.
From the heavens up above.
Deb Shrader Trotter
Monday, August 4th, 2008
The dewdrops of a man
may never proclaim all which is a part of his domain,
but they will speak volumes about which beats upon his breast.
Doubting fears make hearts flutter in the best of time, in the worst of these they contain things which go beyond the scope of sense and sensibility.
I too look at you and see the beauty in everything you do and wish for the sea of humanity,
knowing we only go where and when we wish to, in every season for which there is a time and place for all things.
He promised this and more, so my heart rests within these thoughts, because of the assurance placed in these verses given long ago, a time and a season for all things, and this too shall pass.
So, as I prepare from this cross-legged silence to begin another beautiful moment there will be no yesterday, nor tomorrow, only what we have right here, right now – in this moment.
Through the strength found in the silence.
No measure came inside of a silence, where no voice had ears nor mouth,
just the sweet assurance of love from above.
Debora Shrader Trotter
8-4-2008
Wednesday, July 9th, 2008
Sometimes love is so loud you do not know what to say,
don’t you love it that loud?
Don’t you love it that way?
Sometimes love sings so pretty it makes giggles and laughs inside, you have to ramble like a lunatic.
Happiness can make you glow like fireflies without your jar on a summer night in July in the middle of a December night or on the fourth of July…without ever asking a soul why.
We wish for things we have never seen and say thanks for things we have which have no wings.
All in one second it is given then taken making it so precious and that is why love sings.
Dst 11:02 am 7/9/2008
Monday, June 23rd, 2008
FAMILY
Thank you,
for the gift of letting me be me
without ever questioning a right or wrong —
staying strong, in the midst of ever occurring storms upon the horizon of love,
while living with our own idiosyncrasies.
Thank you, for knowing when I wish to be and and wish not to be and yet and still come home to me
to value everything which I love in you
which in turn, becomes the love I feel from you.
So, my dear love, once more I take this moment to indulge my writer’s pen, to say I love you 
in 50 words or more instead of 3
which is always
the blessing which lives inside of us.
Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
I love the season upon the time of every moment in our own personal rhyme.
There is never the ear of rejection or reception.
It is the place made by greater than I.
Though I walk and speak in time, it is of no time.
Therein lies the path of all time, where we find our way home.
to each of us
there is only one
we are the one
you,
me,
and
whomever you choose to regard,
we are
whether it is mother or father,
it matters not
or the heavens above
we still come back to one.
One breath
one body
it is done and it has begun.
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
There is laughter in the waiting room, there is sadness in the waiting room, there is love in the waiting room, there is happiness in the waiting room, there is patience in the waiting room there is peace and quiet in the waiting room, there are loud and angry people in the waiting room…
which emotions are you going to extract? In the waiting room or in life?
Inside of our heart and soul we hold a spirit who requires no mirror, no judgement, no questions, no answers, just peace and love. It is the contract with world which was created - we are one, but never alone.
Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008
Tears of rain become the pain from another day,
yet are the very thing from which I learn to feel, there is a blessing in every day.
I look down to push my medications through my port-a-cath which lies quietly against my chest and I feel a soft splash upon my chest. I mistakenly think it is just a replenishing rain through which I learn how to become more than a temporary pain.
Until all the tears have dried and now I begin to use my temporary tears on the next day.
Then all which was in a mental fog, becomes so very clear, the line itself is leaking…not me.
How clarity can go to the wayside amidst a sea of unproductive futility,
while basking in an unfamiliar reality which is not me.
Then I turn to Him which is my truth in every breath I take guiding along my way.
I want for you, what you want for you, and I wish for you, what I wish for me…then I accept what ever you can ever be,…
because it is the best it can ever be (in the moment).
We are all one in this moment…in this moment…is the most beautiful peaceful ecstasy.
Wednesday, March 19th, 2008
In the tangled road, I breathe with thought and a restrained heart discarding lonely.
I am filling my mind with anything, but anxiety.
A learned verb not to be analyzed just steeped in amongst pieces of scattered conversation.
No battles, no puzzles, no -
Nor will I borrow what is from what was…
no hidden meanings, come from the heavens above, if corrections are to be made-
I will leave the tangled road,
salvage all my little pieces on a daily basis, then I will strive to hand over to you just the best.
In this, I live my reality, where lonely or pain are just words without roots, regardless of whether I grab anxiety and shake its hand..
it is truly not a matter to be determined by flesh or recompense.
Life is its own reward.
I’ll do my best, not decided upon by whether another action was or was not expected. I determined the beginning before it had begun.
I was me at the beginning, so I will remain.
I will not give shame, blame, but show restraint, even when the heart is faint.
I began with the moment of what I would do – no matter another choice and with this comes peace.
Along the tangle road are the paths we will or will not choose.
No control, but the space you own or the contribution to not harm.
As soon as harm occurs my faint heart only sees the tangled road,
whether the harm was yours or my own
until I remember yours is not mine
we did not begin
nor did we continue
no one can breathe for you
lonely is just a word
found on the tangled road
the steps along our moments more important than the road
Where do words come from?
Or does it matter?
Why do I write?
To be free to never release anger in this life, because it does matter.
Written on 1-20-2008
Friday, March 14th, 2008
When there is nothing left to say,
say nothing.
When peace is what you seek,
seek peace.
When beauty is what you yearn,
find it in every place you have inside the soul you reside.
When the sky is gray, or the there is sunshine,
everything is what it will be,
but the life which sees from its own eyes lays down to sleep and never wonders why.
Monday, March 3rd, 2008
Love just loves
without question,
without reason or rhyme
never in demand or in a purposeful calculation
it is in its own special place and time
defined by many words flying in winds across measurements used by mankind
realized before or after never takes away from feeling its quizzical power
the man earning no salary washing with a hose pipe
is he less or more?
perception determines if he is a hero or a bum
completely hopeless or an inspiration
love is this
now if I say he was on television
does the perception change?
Or deepen?
Love holds its own.
Regardless
when I worry,
I remind myself I worry for myself more than the other, because my love remains unchanged.
I am not a part of the action that began until I begin to worry past my love.
Love is the gift that is the truth, which lives beyond time.
The man, who I imagine did not smell as fresh as he should, was handing out numbers for health care.
Do you think the people who needed this so desperately saw the exterior or the interior of his character.
Love lives across time. Love of life, family, mankind…
