Her life was crushed to pieces
No more did she glow,
Life had not turned out as planned
It dealt a cruel blow.

She was born, cute dimple stuff,
With pretty soft blue eyes,
Dark wavy hair, with golden highlights
Angel fluff, we could surmise.

They looked on her with favour
Rachel, was the pretty one....
Only fruitfullness will come 'her' way,
'Her' days will be all fun.

No-one could have guessed
How could they ever know
The years would bring such sadness,
Her spirit sink so low.

Romance came along quite soon,
With Jacob-a handsome traveling man,
They planned a lovely wedding,
She, was the prettiest in the land.

The day dawned, fresh and clear,
As she dressed in snowy white,
But her father had another plan....
One, 'he' thought was right!

Secretly, he veiled the older sister,
Gave her, to the unsuspecting groom,
Unbeknowns to the bride,
(She was locked up in her room.)

Oh my, then upon the morning light,
When the groom was wide awake....
Jacob found the sister Leah-
Married joy was but a fake!

How their hearts were torn to shreds,
In anger did he heave,
He pleaded for his beloved Rachel,
How long, would they grieve.

Work seven more years, her father said,
If, you want Rachel also in your life,
Yes, he cried. That would be joy
To have her now as wife.

Jacob's scheming prospered with his wives,
But Leah's life held little meaning,
So God blessed her with six sons,
And then, her face was beaming.

But, beloved Rachel's heart was wilting
Her soul was aching sore,
'Give me children, or I die',
God heard what she was pleading for.

Thus she was blessed with Joseph
And she raised a Godly son,
To become the wisest leader
(But only prayer would keep that one.)

Then later came such years of strife
Between Jacob and her Dad,
They were forced to leave her family
As by Jacob they'd been, HAD!

From then on, life remained unsettled,
An angel's fight made Jacob lame
But at last he gave his life to God,
And God made 'Israel' now his name.

But, as his Rachel in hard labour died,
She named her babe Ben-Omi,
Jacob cried, No, Son of my right hand
Benjamin - my comfort only..

So the pretty Rachel now was gone,
Her favoured life now night,
Where then, was the joy?
What fulfillment from life's fight?

Ah, but heaven, opened her reward,
Though crushed cup, seemed her fame,
From 'HER', was Benjamin's lineage-
And the apostle Paul, to bless her name.

Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © Sept 2010
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"Of The tribe of Benjamin"
The Apostle Paul
Philippians 3:5

Music: "Yoimachigusa"

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