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 Category:  Commentary and Philosophy Poetry
  Posted: June 29, 2020      Views: 80

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 A. LOUISE ROBERTSON 
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A. LOUISE ROBERTSON 

I was born in New York City and spent my childhood on Long Island, in a very traditional New York suburb. I rode my bike, played hopscotch and hide and seek 24/7 with my neighborhood friends. We were the baby boomers - the kids born a few months af - more...

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Our lives are based on choices, small and large
"Blinders" by A. Louise Robertson
Every morning you have a choice,
Sing His praises in a strong, loud voice;
Or silently dwell on what's gone wrong
Whispering curses, ignoring the song.

You can look out the window and behold
The morning sky, painted red and gold;
Or you can look down at the well worn floor,
And wonder why you don't have more.

You might step outside to enjoy a breeze,
Or fear the cold might make you freeze.
And though your garden is replete with blooms
You chose the solitary walls of your lonely rooms.

It might be the day you ring the bell,
Of a friend or loved one you once knew well.
Or will you stay inside your own cocoon
For another self contained afternoon?

Much joy awaits those who pick up their cross
In spite of heartache, in spite of loss.
They can remove the blinders the Dark One gives,
And spend their lives as God wants them to live.

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Photo Credit: James Wardell/Radius Images
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Please note: This in no way pertains to the seclusion of the virus isolation. The poem pertains to opening our eyes, adjusting our views on the world and trying to see things in a new light.

John 12:40
"He has blinded their eyes and hardened their heart, lest they see with their eyes, and understand with their heart, and turn, and I would heal them."

John 2:11
"But whoever hates his brother is in the darkness and walks in the darkness, and does not know where he is going, because the darkness has blinded his eyes."



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