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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
Bilhah I Propagation I was the youngest of his four as fair as Rachel in her prime, yet never once these many years could Yakov say, "I do adore your lovely face, its smile, the time we spend alone, the thought endears its unique place", no passion shown, no cruel hands or loud demands. It was as if his virgin soul-- to duty bound, the mind on loan, an envoy home from holy lands in cowl and shroud--reverts its role, to spite the function of the flesh. A camel mare might fare as well, when heavy her impending foal, she serves them best, if masters mesh her will to theirs, lest fates dispel high hopes or breach a fecund goal. II Perseverance I am the last, an ancient crone that time forgot though she hid not, could not ignore affront to pride. Allow his eldest to atone? Unthinkable! His lust did not, would not his father's rights abide, the blessing only one commends when laying hands upon the head, Reuben resigned, deed unshriven. Two sisters truce; and time befriends the distance twixt two tombs, yet dead therein, reside the unforgiven. Though it sustains an acrid fire-- too fierce in life to lay aside, consuming dread and love, until a glimpse decries that angry pyre-- rage dies. Ashes confide, no end to pride in Yakov's kiln. III Prophecy A love for life, the perfect mate, her first born lad, his coat I made, from prison well, to Egypt sold, the dream fortold at pharoah's gate, a prince obeyed, sin's debt prepaid so Yakov's seed see Him unfold that seen afar by Abraham. The son thought lost, salvation brings from years of drought to Isaac's clan. Ten dozen years plus ten, I am in pharoah's cart, to Goshen's springs to raise my tent by Joseph's hand. Behind, I leave: this promised land, revered the graves of those who heard the word of faith and followed here; the wives whose sixty-six at hand to Egypt go; and Bethel's word for Israel as dawn came near. Shalom, sweet land, dry this sad tear, we shall return the appointed year! --H. Arlequin . . . . Women of the Word Poems From the Goober tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm [This message has been edited by H. Arlequin (edited 11-15-1999).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Beautiful, H.A. Well done again!....hmmmm...seems I need to get one of those rubber stampers for you too! WELL DONE MR. ARLEQUIN!!! (these rubber stampers are getting expensive) ------------------ Denise |
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
Posts 67 |
Am really enjoying this series HA. I don't know which is my favorite! |
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