Category Archives: Poetry

Exemplify Grace, When The Race is Done…

When the race is done or won, let us exemplify grace…

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“I will walk in love,

In dignity and grace,

Now the race is done, or won,

Share hope and mercy, peace.

Each one by one, or one on one,

Much needed now:

Let hatred cease…

                                                         Sherrie Robins

 

 

In a Time of Strong Opinion ~ a poem

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by Sherrie Robins

In a time of strong opinion,
may I say that I don’t know?
While pulpit pounding preachers, preach,
may I watch the green grass grow?

Is it alright if the gentle breezes blow,
softly ‘cross my face,
as I seek the truth in solitude,
veiled in mercy, love and grace?

Must I join the loud throng’s symbols
as they clatter & they clang?
While others shout in certitude,
be quiet & refrain?

May I listen to the falling rain,
be still inside myself?
Wait for a softly spoken word,
a word that may be seldom heard,
a word so soft & hushes still,
that only silent room will fill,

In garden, creek, or flower bed,
…or begging hand for want of bread?

I’ve heard the drum’s incessant sound,
the neon’s flash and garish hound,
my ears throb from the constant pound,

Come away, come away, come away.

       

 

                                                                             

 

 

 

Take Time.

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In our world today, there is not often time for peace and quiet. Schedules, priorities, demands and responsibilities make solitude and rest seem unattainable and even antiquated. Work and family pressures close in on us, making escape mandatory. So, we often turn on an easily available screen.

But, taking a few minutes out for yourself by going on a walk or a run (without the headphones), or sitting on a park bench or even your back yard, is a beneficial and even necessary adjustment for one’s well-being. It is great for “defragmenting” and coming to know one’s own mind.

Through silence comes awareness and knowledge. We often don’t know our own minds when other’s voices and opinions drown out own. Sometimes we suppress things we should be dealing with, through distraction. We may even become aware of a knee-jerk reaction towards someone else’s opinion because of our own prejudices regarding an individual or a situation. Various things may come to light.

On the other hand, peace and quiet, a moment of calming greenery, fresh air, a cozy corner with a sleeping pet is re-vitalizing. Breathing a prayer, having a thankful heart, not only on the fly, but taking a moment to ponder can be healing or course-changing.

And for my over-worked friends, those of you who truly don’t have a minute to spare, that is what eyelids are for. Close them on the train, in the passenger seat of the car, even in the ‘necessary’ and remember your beautiful place. Be transported even for a short while. Turn off the noise. Shuttle in the blessed quiet. It takes purposefulness, but it is possible.

So, let’s not neglect ourselves. We have so much to give and people who need us. Let’s give them our “best-selves” and not a half-portion of a frazzled or burned out, expectation-driven, tired or even resentful self. There is a place of beautiful restoration. It’s not selfish. It’s necessary. It only takes a moment.

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Our Oreo, taking a cat-nap.

 

 

 

 

Victory ~ A Poem ~ By Sherrie Robins

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Written on National Poetry Day, October 8, 2015

I thought I heard a thought, I did

A pleasant moment, amongst, amid

The daily busy tasks at hand,

That conquer minds and heads upstand.

But silence forced its way on top

Stepping on the list, chop-chop.

It stopped my mouth and opened ears

Causing fears to flip and flop,

Making me to choose this day

To win o’er what I hear and say,

And meditate, a golden slice

For a second; no, maybe twice.

Subservient I will not be

To tasks and lists, varieties

Of all that push and pull my day

Trying to suggest dismay.

But quietly I bowed my head

And won, this silent moment,

Done.

When is a Weed a Weed? ~ An Allegorical Poem regarding weed-like folk ~

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Poem & Photography by Sherrie Robins

When is a weed, a weed?

When did it fall from grace?

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It’s beauty diminished in our eyes,

Unwanted and out of place.

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What are the naysayers saying?

Who has given them right?

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To judge wildflowers unjustly,

To call them ne’er but a blight.


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Surely, there’s bad weeds in the garden,

But it’s not always so easy to say,

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Directing one’s judgments correctly,

Knowing which way’s the right way.

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For beauty can be found in odd places,

Overlooked by the mere human eye,

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Joy waiting just there to surprise you,

Unexpected, but revealed, by and by.

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For some have come up from hard places,

Dark corners, reaching out for the sun.

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They’ve reached as far as they could grow,

Without help from anyone.

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Still, others have grown up together,

Just trying to do their fair best,

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There are those tattered and torn in their beauty,

Needing our help, and a rest.

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Not all flowers are nurtured,

Clipped, snipped, watered and fed,

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But sometimes a weed is a flower,

To be treasured and noticed, when led…

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(Photos taken along a walk to the Niagara Gorge, with the exception of the daisies, which are in the Berkshire Mountains, and the orchids, taken at the Buffalo Botanical Gardens.)

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