Category Archives: Poetry

Leah’s Lullaby

“When the LORD saw that Leah was not loved, he opened her womb, but Rachel was barren. Leah became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She named him Reuben, for she said, “It is because the LORD has seen my misery. Surely my husband will love me now.” (Genesis 29:31-32)

Have you noticed God’s attentions to the unloved? Have you meditated on God’s concern for the forgotten and unwanted? Have you soaked in his concern for you?

Leah, the unwanted first wife; the unloved older sister.

Leah, the one God still had plans for.

Leah, mother of Judah.

Leah, the unloved woman whose descendant was Jesus.

Are you among the many who feel unloved and unwanted? Do you give in to the depression that says there is nothing special about you, no good in your future? Take courage from Leah. True, her husband didn’t love her, but God saw her misery and gave her the gift of love in another way. God saw her sorrow and gave her a future. God chose the unwanted woman to bring forth His redemption plan. Unloved, Unwanted One, can you even imagine what God might do for you?

 

Leah’s Lullaby

Unloved, not pursued.

Leah fades in an open wound.

Fate sighs, “No plans for you.”

Leah, don’t give up on life.

 

Let hope rise – though your soul cries,

Forgotten, never alone.

Your love will come – from an Unseen One

Whose dreams can fill your desires.

 

Here’s love – child you can see

The LORD has heard of your misery.

Fate lies, “No plans for you.”

Leah, your arms hold your life.

 

Let hope rise – though your soul cries,

Forgotten, never alone.

Your love will come – from an Unseen One

Whose dreams will fill your desires.

 

Unloved, Not pursued

The children of Leah cry out to you.

“Our mother felt empty too.

Please don’t give up on your life.”

 

Let hope rise – though your soul cries,

Forgotten, never alone.

Your love will come – from an Unseen One

Whose dreams will fill your desires.

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Mid-winter Magic

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Snow blankets make earth warmer

Magnify light brighter

It pierces through my morning fog

I blink back, shaking off the grog

In cold air catch my wispy breath

Breathe deeper, trading life for death

Reflected sun careens through frosted glass

And heat now radiates forth where light has passed

Bathed in the glow my heart drums up a tune

“December can feel balmier than June.”