Rachel Poems - Poems about Rachel

Genesis 29

over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence. 

i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.

i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.

it

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

Rachel Marchand

When the devil comes
For you
He will be in disguise
To take you by surprise
And free you from
God’s defenses
Trick the trust
You have in your senses
The devil he cheats
Wins your trust by deceit

Rachel Marchand
I need you to understand
When i come for revenge
The only question you need comprehend
Is whether I will give to you
What you did not give to

Night Labor, for Rachel Corrie

Night Labor
by Michael R. Burch

for Rachel Corrie

Tonight we keep the flame alive;
we keep the candle lit.
We burn bright incense in your name
and swear we’ll not forget—
your innocence, your courage,
your commitment—till bleak night
surrenders to irrevocable dawn
and hate yields to love’s light.

Amen.



These are poems about Palestinian children and their mothers...



Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch

I

Rachel Elizabeth

Elegance as far as my heart can see 
Eyes as blue as pools of raw beauty 
A Yorkshire rose as white as snow 
Rachel a name that warms my soul. 

Despite the distance my memories won't fade 
Of a delicate goddess I was unable to tame 
Sadness and tears sting my face 
The smell of

Our God Has Changed My Name From Roxanne To Rachel

Our Most High and Most Holy GOD has thereby changed my Persian name of
Roxanne to a Hebrew name of Rachel.  Rachel was the favorite wife of Jacob,
and was of course, his first choice.  But because she was the younger daughter,
Laban, tricked Jacob into marrying his oldest daughter, Leah.  From Leah, sprang
the ruling

Rachel and Archibald

Archibald the blue heeler was a loyal one
Frolicking with his pal Rachel under the Southern sun
Up for a game and a lick to the face
Running around outside was their place

And Rachel McCrow was called to the blue
To do her duty and to be true
She lost her life to the murderer’s gun
Passing as heroes with her

And Rachel Is Still Weeping

The stone that was rejected
now hovers overhead. 
The sword of retribution
still dangles by a thread.
The careless laugh and squander,
the hungry starve away.
Men mock the storm and thunder,
deny the coming day.
They bomb, exploit and plunder –
of necessity they say.
And Rachel still is weeping
for the babes slain at her feet,
in Ramah ever keeping
her bloodstained swaddling sheet.
No longer

Rachel and Her Studio Show

Watched Rachel Maddow with her studio show.

great studio show
her home we will get to know
on us she does grow

She seems to have been in
contact with someone who
had COVID so she will be
quarantining herself by
staying home and doing
her show there. Sad that
she will be gone for a few
months. They are making
a movie about her book
about LBJ

Lilith Down

When Bayt lahm guttured Bait lehem,
no bagels and baguettes are baked.

As hummus and labneh melting down,
prickly grapes grown in Golan Heights, 
Awakened Elchanan terminated Goliath.

Raising Rachel tribes of nomadic life,
goes to a mysterious hypogeum.
The underground chamber,
forefather of Hebron and Nablus.

Rachel

Rachel

Oh Rachel, my most valued 
friend

You were taken to soon in the end

Are first it was breast cancer that you were bound to beat

The radiation burnt you from the heat 

They took your breasts and tried to recreate

But something went wrong and you were ok with your fate

They couldn’t do the reconstruction but you were

From Rachel To Ross

It's not your conversation
That keeps me entertained
But rather the way you look at me
That makes me feel sustained
It's the curve of your lips
And the curl of your hair
T'is all of the little things
That makes me stop and stare

It's not your intelligence
That drew me close to you
It is not your sense of humor
That has thrown me

Rachel Sassoon Beer

Your thinking led you
to become a Christian
and your family 
disowned you because of that.

You were the journalist,
contributing articles
with business-like
editing decisions.

After death of your husband,
who passed the sickness on you,
you had to struggle with it for years
until you succumb victorious.

For Rachel

A song played in the background
One that made me think of you
Snow was falling all around
A soft breeze was blowing too

I was lost in the deep snow
How I hoped you would return
Oh, why did you have to go?
For you, my heart still burns

That song played in the background
As my thoughts of you still do
I've moved

Rachel

Reader
Athlete
Cook and
Helper
Enterprising
Leader

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