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Esther Robinson Poem
Cares pull my spirits down
Always force me, ‘wear a frown’
I heard, “You’ll in darkness drown;
For weeds in you are also sown.”
Seeds like unknown fear and worry
Sprouted in my nursery bed of merry
On watering, I nourished misery
Unable to differentiate their finery
Gradually grew seeds called health and wealth
But sorrow and sufferings sapped its strength
I battled and struggled to save my breath
Expecting someone to fill my heart with mirth
With this frame of mind
No way of escape I could find
On reaching office, I read this thought
Recited it several times in my heart
That every sad day
Is followed by a glad day
As a team we discussed the layout
Of a very important handout
Green is good and soothes the eye
Yellow and black never get an instant goodbye
Red and navy blue give a professional look
Lavender or sky blue, gets anyone on hook
Everyone suggested a hue
And it granted me a cue
Of great surprise among a few
That if colors carried a clue
Of a top secret message
Then I remembered a passage
For this world Jesus is the true light
Who makes the face of any man bright
He’ll weed and make me alright
My life like aroma will ascend in His sight
If each and every shade
That Almighty has made
Reflects God, as a mighty tower
And also expounds His awesome power
Unique His way of having seen my form
Being formed in womb like a worm
Fearful yet surprise filled is His greatness
I wonder and move about carrying His likeness
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2007
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Like shining stars sparkles a trust with credits
Yet often in media they proclaim about their debts
Public ought to work out its merits
Is there truth at least in tit bits?
When their followers photographs do click
Their social organization receives approval tick
They proclaim about pouring oil on flickering wicks
When other applaud, applaud cries, ‘I am sick.’
Their royal band will play
When its founder steps on the stage to stay
His audience has no other way
For authority applauds none saying ‘nay’
Their photographs pictures the most pitiful cry
Even you’ll shed tears if you give it a try
Between cause and contribution where lies the wry
Beware! Else in social oil pan you will fry
Applaud its value does lose
When with a mask it does pose
It knows to whom it ought to give repose
Applaud decreases when men doth it propose
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2010
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A man had wives four in number
Yet sweet and peaceful is his slumber
Goodness flowed from the first in number
Yet turned he deaf to her sweetest number
The fourth woman is his sweetheart
From whom he can never part
Provides her with best from mart
Yet she derides him in her thought
The third queen is a beauty to behold
He and she alone frequent parties I am told
He introduces her as “beautiful and bold”
Yet fears she’ll fly growing wings of gold
His second wife has sharp ears
His sufferings and sorrows she attentively hears
With her counsel extinguishes his fears
She’s been his staff throughout the years
In deathbed, he requested his fourth, ‘Give me company’
Bluntly she refused, “Sorry. You I can’t accompany’
His third wife told, ‘If you die I’ll marry again.”
His second wife told, “I can’t! From me you can nothing gain.”
When he battled with silent and secret tears
“I’ll come with you – have no fears”
His first wife’s voice voluntarily fell on his ears
He muttered, “Sorry sweetheart! I have wasted all these years”
In reality, every man or woman has four spouses
Soul, family, wealth and body you are called to espouse
Second wife - family or friends until grave will cry one with another
Third wife your wealth will immediately marry another
Your fourth wife – your body to dust she’ll return
Your soul – the first wife faithfully follows wherever you turn
Let nourishing your soul be your deepest passion
Is it profitable if a man loses his soul? – asks God of compassion.
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2010
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Sun smiled, rain roared, pleasant did earth smell
The God threw something like a bell
When on the blanket like sky it fell
Unfurled an awesome arc sounding like a bomb shell
Seven streaks of glistening light rays the following did spell
“I am, (Speaks the following)
Almighty’s aesthetic amazing artifact
Big Brother’s* blazing bright billboard
Controller’s covenantal communication
Designer’s dexterously depicted dove**
Everlasting evergreen evidence electrified
Father’s finely featured fingerprints
God’s grace in grandeur given
His Highness’s happy herald
Immanuel’s instant innerness indicator
Joy of Jerusalem’s Judge
King of king’s knitted kite
Liberator’s lovely lit lustrous lamp
Maker’s marvelous memorable mark
Neatly noted noteworthy news
Omnipotent’s overflowing olive oil
Provider’s prominent personally painted poster
Quaint quote from a queer quill
Restorer’s remarkable remark represented
Sovereign’s seven superb single signature
Triune’s thoughtful theme that trickled
Ubiquitous, ulterior useful umbrella
Venerable visible vertical verdict
Word’s wonder working wallpaper
Xaviour’s excellent xylophone
Yaweh’s yester years yell
Zion Dweller zealously zips protecting you through me.
Ohoooops! I am the Rainbow.”
*Christ is our elder Brother **symbol of peace
Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you
will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the LORD, who has compassion
on you. Isaiah 54:10
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2011
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A terrible earthquake rocked
Bidding adieu left us shocked
Rescuers worked on the third day
Looking exhausted and in dismay
Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air
When they lifted two up the metal stair
Shielded from the falling fragments
Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment
Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort
A live six month-old baby girl put her effort
She moved having been suckled on that fateful day
By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway
Only this could have crammed her mind
Let me die so that they could find
My child alive; my child must live
So, she breast-fed until alive
One could compare her love to a mystery
Her life after death is but history
Tears trickle from stony hearts
Also from those carrying debris in their carts
Like a mother longing to hug her child
Our Creator waits to embrace us His child
He can pick us up from any rubble
And in us can make joy bubble
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2009
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Her life became a wilderness
For not being a symbol of barrenness
Therefore, she walked through vast wilderness
That echoed lifeless barrenness
Mortal tongue that once did approve
‘Build my family’ now did disapprove
Abraham although displeased couldn’t reprove
What Sarah his mistress already did approve
“Water! I want water!” Cried Hagar’s son
Truly this situation carries no fun
Nothing remained of the water and bun
Hagar and Ismael encountered death under sun
She left her son to cry on the ground
Lifting her voice she turned around
None to weep with her was found
God’s help felt there was so profound
Like Hagar, are you a single parent?
Struggling in this earth a temporary tent
Desperately fighting your emotions to vent
Look at the ‘Invisible Comforter’ God has sent
Like Abraham, are you a worried parent?
Separation of your children cannot prevent
With unspeakable emotions to vent
Look at the ‘Invisible Comforter’ God has sent
Whoever or whatever state you may be
The eyes of the Lord run to and fro to see
Waiting to hear your cry to set you free
If wilderness turns a watered garden – there is HE
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2008
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For Martha a girl of thirteen
Dreams were not umpteen
She saw a nurse walk briskly
“Wish I were her’ she thought frankly
Having set this goal in mind
To run the race, ways she did find
While other children of her age
In various forms of fun did engage
During vacation, picking cow dung
Caring cattle, with work never hung
She gathered money in a mud pot
And hid it where none could spot
She visualized her goal
Even while pushing the coal
Besides running errands for her father
She also tutored her younger brother
Undaunted she tackled every hurdle
Girdling temptations, upon it did paddle
On the day she became a nurse
Joy swelled like a bulging purse
Insignificant dream it may seem
But her service made souls gleam
Physically absent, Martha - the Matron
Spiritually, is now my heavenly patron
Her words like a lifeboat would sail
Particularly, whenever my drives fail
Believe me! It’s with a purpose
Creator keeps a human spirit in us.
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2009
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Every Christian is called to ask
While working with Master’s task
Seven simple questions always
Evaluating what one’s spiritual growth says.
If sin in heart had we cherished,
God our prayers would’nt have listened
Question, ‘Am I to willful sins a slave?’
Cry, “Lord may it not my soul, enslave.”
Does God delight in a ritual sacrifice?
No. To obey Him is better than sacrifice
Ask, ‘Am I obeying God everyday?”
Plead, “Keep me obedient throughout my stay.”
Creator craves for our friendship
He desired the first couple’s fellowship
Ponder, “Am I spending time at His feet?”
Request, “May meeting You be my heart beat.”
Researchers and readers never stagger
For His word is a double-sided dagger
Examine, “Am I reading His word?”
Entreat, “Father! Give me the Spirit’s sword.”
Christ is the world’s light, truth and way
Proclaim praises of His name this day
Consider, “Am I professing Christ everywhere?”
Petition, “Give me grace Your love to share.”
It is better to give than to receive
This profound truth let’s perceive
Think, “Am I contributing my mite?”
Say, “In giving, may I please Your sight.”
Doing deeds is better than hearing
As Christians we are aware of this saying
Reflect, “Am I mighty in word and deed?”
Beg, “Lord! May I be fruits bearing seed.”
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2010
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Hey! Human spirit speak
You can’t, for I know you are weak
“Can I see immortal love?
In this heart a mortal alcove.”
You question in similar manner
Helpless, all alike carry this banner
Condemned prisoners kept in cells.
Boards inform the day of their death bells
Like rocket launching, the day decreases
Proportionately one’s pressure increases
Fractions of a second fade bit by bit
Finally such souls travel to an unknown orbit
Even before the death sentence is executed,
Fear, its icy hands the task has completed,
Those supposed hard-core criminals
Who have considered worthless their rivals.
For some eyeballs are pushed up.
Whilst others lay like a paralyzed pup
Even before encountering death, in reality
Innumerable deaths already faced virtually.
No better are we from prisoners like them
For each day offers us something glum
While prisoners are branded “condemned”
Pity! The brander is another prisoner “unclaimed”
Fact remains that we all wear an insignia
Unknowingly as victims of this human mania
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2007
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About my great grandma it’s told
That her heart never grew old or cold
I cannot keep this incident on hold
Wherever I am, I always unfold
Her counsel freely she has sold
Many consider her tips as gold
Several souls she did mould
While others claim she’s very bold
I never believe what others say
Unless witnessed in my own way
I was aged thirteen then
For me, her farm-house treasured fun
I wore a chain of gold
Exquisite piece of unique mold
I paraded with this golden ware
Unwilling to remove it anywhere
On a particular day
Everything did look gay
A stranger with her did converse
His looks and thoughts were diverse
At home, there was no other member,
Except great grandma and me, I vividly remember
She at length could talk
But without crutches could not walk
That stranger threw a sinister look
At the costly chain around my neck
Her seventh sense foretold
The impending danger on hold
Her life on earth was very long
Experience titled her ‘wise and emotionally strong’
Suddenly she called out my father’s name
I stood perplexed unaware of her game
I knew my father was far away
Preaching in a remote village that day
Yet thought, “what’s she prating anyway”
Perhaps my father returned some other way
I wondered with my mouth being shut
Until that stranger left our hut
I turned right, left, north and south
Before I could open my mouth
Then my great grandma smiled.
“Thank God you kept quiet child
He wanted to snatch your chain
And run away with his gain.
His intent I could not convey
But before he could have his way
I called your father to keep him away
As I expected, he ran away.”
Through God’s wisdom she did act
Thwarting his plan saved my chain intact
Through this incident I knew
A wonderful lesson old yet new
Bold people sometimes do act strange
Yet, keep danger away from their range
Examine elder’s words without haste
Heed their counsel, wisdom you will taste,
Fruitful then your life shall be
Forever your face will carry glee.
Copyright © Esther Robinson | Year Posted 2007
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