Work by Richelle Robbins

As the rooster crows....

As the rooster crows, I wake up.
I'm ashamed of the lies I've spoken.
I'm ashamed of my cowardly denials.
More than once,    I've cried.

As the rooster crows, I wake up.
To the realization
The one thing I said I would never do.
More than once,    I've denied.

As the rooster crows, I wake up.
And I remember what He said. He said,
"Before the rooster crows, you will deny me."
"I would rather die than deny!"
More than once,    I've lied.

As the rooster crows, I wake up.
To find that I was never really asleep.
As the rooster crows, I wake up....

An Angel??                      2/27/01

I look back,
    That day...
Seems so far in the past,
     yet,
                  just like yesterday.
I didn't feel like an angel.
The world I lived in
                collapsed
                      around my shattered soul.
No.
    Not an angel.
The epiphany of my life.

    Belief
           VS.
               Reality

-imperfection-
                  created
                              -perfect-
and so ends my sublimity.
   Yet
     the faint glimmer of hope remains.

   An angel,
     Dreaming in ink,
lifts the broken pieces of my shattered soul,
    and joins them together with simple words,

An angel?
              An angel...........
                                  An angel.
Belief
                becomes
                                       Reality
                 perfect.

At one point jbearden wrote a poem about bunnies, as sort of a way to cheer up Richelle when she was feeling low.... So with her usual good cheer restored, Richelle made slight changes to the poem to reflect her love for these long-eared critters. Read both versions here.

jbearden -- Bunnies Know

Richelle Robbins -- Bunnies Know, rewritten

8-26-01                                    Revised 9-17-01

     I looked at the sky for you.
     An endless ocean, deep and blue
     Created to show
     the purest of Love
     that The Father in Heaven has for us.

     I looked at the rain for you.
     Cleansing the earth, making it new.
     He made it for life
     He made it for death
     He made it to show us how great that He is.

     I looked at the trees for you.
     Seeing the beautiful things that they do
     Raising their hands up to the sky
     Praising The Father,
     not asking why

     I looked at the world for you.
     I cried for those who don't know the truth.
     People that don't see God in their world
     That don't see His Love,
     outstretched and unfurled.

     I looked at the sky for you.
     And I realized so much that I never knew.
     The creations of God;
     Sky, water and earth
     Were all made to praise
     His Eternal Birth.
                                          -Richelle M. Robbins

(Written as Richelle's entry to a group of poems jbearden was writing.)

    A poet's words; in gentle rhythm with nature
     A Painter's Vision; too lovely for words
     As the rhythm
                        >joins<
                                        the vision
     in a beautiful
                     ~~~~flow~~~~
                                   of God's creation

           Man cannot find words to describe

      the painter's vision; too lovely for words
      the poet's words; "uh............orange?"