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When Jacob fled from Laban’s house,
He went with everything he had.
With Laban off and shearing sheep,
He set his face towards Gilead.
It was while Laban was away
That Rachel did a thing most odd:
While packing for escape that day,
she pilfered Laban’s household gods.
When Laban found out they had left,
He mounted chase in swift pursuit,
O’ertook them, leveled charge of theft,
Demanded swift return of loot.
But Jacob raised protest, denied,
Invited him to search the tent.
Whoever stole would surely die.
(Not knowing Rachel’s ill intent)
So Laban searches, he finds naught
The idol hid between her legs.
“I cannot rise,” remains uncaught.
“The way of women,” how she begs.
At this, I thought, a question begs,
For Rachel felt a sense of shame,
An idol hid between her legs,
But do we likewise feel the same?
The idol ‘twixt the legs now, sex,
We glorify and lift on high.
We, full immune to shame’s effects,
No longer blush, see naught awry.
We flaunt it in the public square
For all to see, on full display
These things just better left unshared,
That shouldn’t see the light of day.
What lesson do we draw from this?
Perhaps it’s simply to remind
That, holding on, we are remiss;
Our idols, best, when left behind.
(from Genesis 31)
Dear Fellow Poets,
I urge you to read the short paragraphs below, and if you are so inclined, to contact your congressperson immediately. YOU CAN make a difference.
Israel is dreadfully short of weapons and military equipment for the 300,000 reservists it has called up in the last 24 hours to counter the unprecedented terror attack visited on it for the past three days.
A communique to me from Rachel Levy, a liaison for Garin Tzabar, the organization which supports lone soldiers (like my son Daniel Wolf) in Israel, reports hundreds of soldiers being asked to report for duty with ordinary hammers, as weapons (!)
Unfortunately, no new U.S. funds can be authorized for Israel without a new Speaker of the House in place. (All legislation and appropriations are hung up, by the way, not just emergency aid to Israel).
So, please contact your congressperson today. Ask him/her/they to move with all possible haste to choose a new Speaker of the House of Representatives.
Thank you for your reading, and for any and all support forthcoming.
Blessings, Gershon Wolf
P.S. Prayers are extremely helpful as well. ~ gw
Some are mothers, reflections of love
Poured out on children who abide in hope
Remembering that Mary, the mother of Jesus,
Gave us all a sense of the wonder uncovered
By the women who give their hearts to children
Some are wives who give their husbands
Their hearts, their blessings, their kindness
Like Ruth, the Moabite, who was great-grandmother
To the King after God's own heart, David,
Who played such a great role in the lineage of Jesus
Some are followers of the King of Kings
Those who know He is the best there is
Believers who give their entire lives to Him
Like Mary Magdalene, who Jesus healed and who
Was also the first witness of His resurrection
Some are women who love with all they have
Through joy and pain, in spite of everything
Giving all their lives to their beloved
Like Rachel who knew what is was to be childless
Sharing her beloved with her sister, Leah
Some are women who have a desperate yearning,
Like Hannah, who yearned for a child of her own
She prayed, promising to give her son back to the Lord
When Samuel, her son, anointed King David,
He gave the entire world a new direction toward redemption
Some are women who fall into great sin
Like Eve, the mother of Cain and Abel
She was deceived by the enemy of us all,
And changed the entire fate of mankind
Including the way we would live in this life
Some are like Deborah, who was a judge of her time
Others, like Esther, who changed the heart of the King
Some are like Miriam, prophetess and Moses' sister
Others, like Sarah, who had Isaac at 90 years of age
Some are like Elizabeth, who bore John the Baptist.
Then, there is Priscilla, who was a powerful church leader
Also, there was Mary who was sister of Lazarus
And, Martha who was rebuked by Jesus so her sister,
Mary, could sit at the Master’s feet and hear His words
All the women of the Bible were strong and blessed
By the One who gave each one of us the chance to have
A personal relationship with Jesus, our Lord and Savior
The One who taught all women that they could be a light
Guiding others through the darkness, into His grace
Praise God for women of the Bible and women of today
Who share the faith that Jesus is the only way!
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
March 23, 2022
how can i discribe this beauty
on this paper how can i display
how can i tell what my eye's adore
and get the point across that this is more
this thing that is youthfull
this thing being young
has no knowledge of wrinkles
or ageing begun
she sits a few feet away
never to know that this poem
is being writen about her
the librarian called her name
Leah. but this was no leah
this was Rachel in all her glory
the sight jacob labored seven years for
and then again seven more
she sit's in the wrapings of youth
the jewel any father would adore
the prize made for a prince
i wonder does she have the sence
and i so lucky from time to time
glance over her way
her skinny arm
her frizzied hair
and now she's leaving
to the copy machine to get her work
and those low cut jeans
soon now. oh she came back
she must know that i'm writing this
or God his providence provides a frame
this creation deserves an encore
lucky i found out her name
When I was young, I took a tin can to the lip.
Courtesy of my best friend.
I ran away crying to my mother.
(This was my first set of(flesh) stitches).
My cat(blue) had a fetish for crapping in the bathtub.
Dad got sick of the cat shenanigans.
So, I never saw that color of that blue cat again.
My second set was (broken spirit stitches).
It was past bedtime I was busy finishing up a war.
With a jar of plastic army men.
Dad warned me a half dozen times to pack it in.
He was blue-collar tired and took a heavy hand to my hide.
His guilt was just as heavy (a set of forever stitches for him).
One early morning I snuck out of our humble house.
Made my way to the farmer's field and freed up all of his cows.
As punishment, the farmer wrapped a dead corn snake around my neck.
There were no stitches, but it put an end to my cow-rustling events.
Brother and I once had an infamous butter war.
Tossing and smearing it all over walls and kitchen floor.
The fun and hijinks were well worth the licking.
My third set of stitches were deep in the belly from laughing.
Rachel was both babysitter and childhood phantom.
Details are scumbled, mixed, and quite unclear.
I think I acquired a few stitches made purely out of fear,
One night, Mother was screaming, blood smears on the sheets.
Brother and a couple of crow men were present, I think.
The crow men were doing unthinkable things.
Then everything went completely blank, thankfully.
I never saw Mother's pretty face again.
(My fourth set of stitches was of the mental type).
Sitting deep in the black of the mind.
The kind that stays with you for your entire life.
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 has not yet been 7 years.
so is there still a slight possibility?
not only i be with you in dreams,
a life of fulfilled desires,
for it has only been a few days.
we were only children,
playing in the frosty air.
now we are young adults,
separated in this life that is unfair.
the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex.
stripped of his royal robe, thrown
into a desiccated cistern,
Israel would fill that well
with his tears.
Years later in Ramah,
his mother —
Rachel would weep.
Why O Why
the sacrifice?
one child breathes —
to Egypt they would flee.
the little martyrs keep watch
as the Bethlehem babe matures.
amazed —
witnesses to the greatest
sacrifice that saved them from unfettered fate.
the cost of mankind —
the pregnant sin,
a cancerous growth
that gifts…
that Christmas child —
his heart a solo star.
his blood and tears spar
with the curse.
healing of the earth,
happily ever after.
12/3/2018
an inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized viz Doctor Zeus
if not Horton Hears Hoo
then most definitely The Lorax
(couching urgent morals underscored
by satellite photographs
showing melting icecaps or igloos,
which planetary sos, sans in extremis
requires joint effort of Gentile and Jew,
plus every other sectarian credo,
dogma, ethos...knew
clear family, and whatnot
to become linkedin with Linda Loo
yes, we moost not forget
Old McDonald with his moo
moo there bovine creatures
agedly hobbling along, or new
lee born, cuz juiced one day
per three hundred and sixty five
(six with leap year -
to appease ghost oh Rachel Carson
imagine dragons festooned leotard
with brand name Oroblu)
or poor ole Whinny The Pooh
eternally stuck in Rabbit's
hole sum Hutch as a queue
doth loosely form dreaming up and rue
mien hating solution
(burning the midnight oil) true
lee trying to remedy plight
of said bear character,
perhaps unstated message being woo
king in tandem solutions to resolve
wretched condition of world wide web
possible by bridging differences
between me and you, and you, and you...
A is for an album to hold my stamp hoard,
B is for back of book where my “specials” are stored.
C is for the cancellation that causes such strife,
D is for definitives with their unlimited life.
E is for excitement, the thrill of the find,
F is for fiscal and its financial bind.
G is for the gum that sticks them in the post,
H is for the hinges displaying those I love most.
I is for imperforates, those joined with no holes,
J is for a Johfra box to soak off without bowls.
K is for a killer mark that destroys a stamp’s worth
L is for local stamps with a limited dearth.
M is for the magnifying glass used for searching out flaws
N is for the newspaper stamps that brought headlines to our doors.
O is for “officials” with a government cachet
P is for postage due when the sender fails to pay.
Q is for the Queen’s head on all British stamps
R is for retouches and forgers re vamps.
S is for a stockbook for stamps that are spare
T is for tweezers to handle them with care.
U is for unused, a stamp postally mint,
V is for variety, it has a fault in its print.
W is for watermark to prove authenticity
X is for xanthic spots, rust, that strikes without pity.
Y is for youngsters and encouraging their dream
Z is for Zemstvo a rare Russian theme.
To see a stamp thrown in the bin, now that is such a crime,
I’ll revere it in my collection making it sublime.
Written 1st March 2013 by Rachel Fawcett. I am a Trained Nurse by day and spend my time off collecting stamps and trying to write poetry. I haven’t been publicly writing very long and this is only the second poetry competition I've ever entered. I love writing as it stretches my imagination and I enjoy the challenge it brings. I love collecting stamps as they bring order to my mind.
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts." Quote by Rachel Carson
I lay my head down on the cushion
Floor, alone in respect of the poise
Forest, yielding large old timber, embraced
Amongst the oldest plants in existence
On earth, cradled viridescent undergrowth.
I turn to sound of shuffling leaves,
A warm magic of dreams from long ago
Its movements and gradual transformation
That still stands in its prideful importance,
While water flows beneath its sole.
I serenely connect, melt with nature a resource
To supply and sustain a calming well-being.