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H. Arlequin Member
since 1999-08-23
Posts 210 |
A poem about the son of Jacob and Rachel, Joseph, his wife Asenath, daughter to Potiphera, the high priest of On, in the reign of Djozer, Pharaoh of Egypt. Stele suggest that Imhotep, the builder of the first hewn stone step pyramid, architect of the largest granary discovered in Egypt and later, himself high priest at On, was in fact Joseph. (Imhotep, cuneiform inscription translated, "Mouthpiece of I Am", or "The mouth for I Am", 'I Am', being the name the Almighty gave to Himself.) Asenath I Imprisoned Like a once in a lifetime new light in the skies, brilliant in its ascendance, majestic, sublime portent to priestly eyes and On's independence, Potiphera saw him and knew before spoken word or sign, his successor had arisen, unknown to himself. Few emanating a benign aura, recently prison residents, had he observed in pharaoh's company, who could the future see, speak it, nothing reserved, and not appear to be concerned for Egypt's mercy. II Implausible Incredible! He would not! The pharaoh has not tossed the loveliest of the land between the Niles, forgot this hidden treasure's cost, at an inmate's command to bow the knee, and play for him the glowing wife! What matter that he sees a dream's portent that may combine to save his life and Egypt's too? Decrees aside, unthinkable to wed a prison shepherd, replete with future dreams expounded, Asenath was born, her bed a pharaoh's son, to complete what beauty has propounded. III Imhotep He is not a god, entreating, nor I still a fool. Wisdom that he speaks, neither man's nor his, I Am competing with no vizier's kingdom of the wits, yet human hands receive pyramid designs of hewn stone, granaries too huge to fill, perfection politics, economic signs and more, touching vagaries of his bride to be, rejection soon avid affirmation. Imhotep, the mouth who speaks for I Am, the One True God, or Joseph, confirmation in the deeds that I Am seeks men see, paths to faith, well trod. IV Immortality Two sons I bore to Imhotep, the pair unlike their father, contumacious from the start, disciplined to keep in step, willfulness remains a bother weighing on a mother's heart. History will not forget his many colored coat, Potiphar, years imprisoned, or when all Egypt was beset, though famine children smote, salvation, he envisioned. Yet, history will be silent of eminence that I knew... the gentle touch, loving hand of father, beloved who spent cherished time, as oneness grew, passion in primal command. --H. Arlequin . . . . Women of the Word Poems From the Goober Tree http://nathoo.wustl.edu/goober_tree.htm |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
Wonderful  |
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snow in summer Member
since 1999-08-28
Posts 67 |
another great one in this series... enjoyed this one a lot! |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
The harvest of your efforts was bountiful. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Applause, HA.... Nice to see you too, snow... |
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Denise
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since 1999-08-22
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Your words always bring the Word to life! Well done, H.A. ------------------ Denise |
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