Wednesday, October 15th, 2008
I will look beyond the moors, beyond the hills, beyond the faces,
I will let you chase away the mires upon which there can be no misfires of arrows in the darkness.
My love holds gentleness and kindness in its grasp.
I see you in the eyes of love, even in despair, I see you there.
Walking the new walk,
The words will be unsaid because we will leave the bed unmade rather than lay down all the thistles gathered over the years and redeposit them one by one.
No, my love requires more.
I must live this moment in peace, seeing the best of you and myself, even if it requires silence to give us the best of space to walk in brighter light, … no less love sits upon this shelf. My mantle gathers no dust it lives and breathes with attention of an action with the boundary of reality.
The mind can replay words like a piece of music stuck on a phrase….it is much better to be stuck on silence that regrettable words…
there is where mercy and grace becomes the all consuming glow which allows no hindrance nor barriers to an unconditional love.
We go forward now with peace and silence towards a higher love with respect and appreciation in this growth. Turning towards greater happiness.
Words and thoughts are priceless no matter the state of the economy nor the level of stress, they remain steadfast in our human ways.
Guided by His way into each new day.
Deb Shrader Trotter
October 14, 2008
Monday, October 6th, 2008
I will get down on my knees before the supplication of mine eyes to find more of what I need to become the child I need to be.
Guide my ways in silence to speak before the courts in silent timid tribulations seek out our gardens where no one learns the motives before they speak, yet your words never determined my speech.
My speech comes from a place long long ago gone into the dust.
It is from the water from whence we come to know and will eventually lead us home.
I have nothing further to say on these matters of today, our coarse has been chartered and we have met on another day and I hope you find your way.
My hands are not the ones which gather you at helm now it is all at the place where victory comes at you when you are new yet old never lets you see the beauty hiding inside of you.
I tell you o’er and o’er ears remain glued together in silence until green is grafted,
then open they become and the sap becomes the method from which you begin to flow.
Sadness is not mine to hold. I will borrow happiness upon your behalf, wait in the galleys for the breath you no longer hold in my name.
Because the words you have decided to have – to cleave upon
decided to say wash down upon me like rain. They are not my day.
They are not my river this day nor any other day. No response is required for falsehoods with false stories.
Silence greets the knock at the door, the ring of the bell, the letter in the mail, when we forget the family of his loins.
WAS the family of the beginning in the marrow of your bones not your words written upon the stones in a book…. memories may be burnt, words may be absolved, time may be shifted, but our marrow marches into the morrow.
No response takes us beyond this earth to the pearly rod iron gates where no angels rebuke the judgement into their hands.
Lands, houses, cars, sparkle into judges where we forget the invisible wealth waiting upon us day by day.
Now as we lay our heads down to sleep did our eyes lay our mouths control so our ears rest easy with a quiet mind?
10-6-2008
dst 8:14 am
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
Life came in and tried to toss me all about,
leave me confused, yes it tried to leave me tossed about,
with questions from the north and south.
But angels came and wrestled me from these doubts spewing from their mouths.
I turned my head toward the easterly spouts,
found some of Jed Clampet’s black tea.
(an excerpt from an upcoming anthology)
9/18/2008 Deb Shrader-Trotter
Thursday, September 18th, 2008
I cast my fears aside let my tears go to where there were no answers, but the places sitting with my heart in my love for you.
I look into the sky and then watch the infinite number of rainbows glinting in the morning dew.
I live as if I have one moment in time. Just this moment, not yesterday, not tomorrow, just this moment.
Where all my happiness bubbles like laughter inside a bottle too full -
it will explode any minute now.
(read the rest of “We Are Okay Now” in an upcoming anthology)
Sunday, August 31st, 2008
Sunday, August 31st, 2008
It is humbling to know that which has been placed here for us to share with all of God’s creatures is the same which can correct the very things which need correction. Amazing grace in a quart jar a piece of T-shirt which has seen better days, and then the muted sunshine coming in between two windows. It is day 3 of the alfalfa sprout project and I am sooo excited!
Saturday, August 30th, 2008
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
