Rachel Cried Out

“A voice was heard in Ramah, weeping and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children; and she refused to be consoled, because they are no more.” Hope was born before the massacre; Jesus Christ was swaddled in a manger. Why Rachel? She died in childbirth. She cried out in her sadness. Rachel cried out, “Ben Oni,” son of my mourning. Jacob renamed him, Benjamin. Rachel cried out. Massacre of the innocents, those sweet boys delivered out of Bethlehem’s reach and into Abraham’s bosom. Into Egypt, Mary and Joseph and their bundle of good news and great joy, until God called them out of Egypt. “Prepare the way for the Lord,” spoken before John the Baptist was beheaded because of a lustful dance. Sufferings abound amidst the healings. There are tares amidst the wheat. Snatch them out, you would think, but for now they’re a necessary favor. God’s mercy and grace draws all men to Himself. “For God so loved the world in this way: He gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.” “In Him was life, and that life was the light of men. That light shines in the darkness, and yet the darkness did not overcome it.” Mary would also feel the nails that pierced her son’s wrists and ankles. She would suffer the death of her savior. Christ’s suffering and death, both necessary. We want only to jump for joy, see the healings, enjoy the teachings and celebration. But, God knew what we needed to last. Even now, his hand holds back the Day of the Lord, when his mercy runs out and great wrath comes for those who bray in wicked deeds, whose hearts have turned from their Creator. A star in the heavens shines. The heavenly host breaks out in song. It’s the day they’ve been waiting for. Shepherds and wise men make their way to Him. Make your way to Him. (interwoven scripture from the NIV bible)
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DiMino Avatar
December 23, 2024 at 7:03 AM
Wow! A history of fall, faith and redemption beautifully, soulfully told in a poem. Masterpiece of blessing. Thank you. Have a very Merry Christmas my friend.
Rodrigues Avatar
December 23, 2024 at 1:16 PM
Thank you for making my day, dear Joe!
Hind Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 4:50 PM
This is a perfect poem for Christmas. One must not forget the reason <3
Rodrigues Avatar
December 23, 2024 at 1:23 PM
Jesus! Hugs and Merry Christmas!
Rodrigues Avatar
December 23, 2024 at 1:16 PM
Jesus! Hugs and Merry Christmas!
Onclaud Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 2:13 PM
I was taken by this erudite, sensitive verse walking me through the glory of Christ 's coming...love this, Kim!
Rodrigues Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 3:41 PM
Thank you, Nette! I appreciate you, my friend! Merry Christmas!
La France Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 2:05 PM
Kim, your faith is shining bright in this poem, well done ~
Rodrigues Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 3:40 PM
Merry Christmas, Constance! Thank you, my friend!
Maverick Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 11:59 AM
I see i am first to comment Kim, what a good and insightful poem you have put down.' You Extol the 'poet of all' Many blessings to all Thats yours.'
Rodrigues Avatar
December 22, 2024 at 3:40 PM
Thank you, my friend, and for being the first to read! Merry Christmas!
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