3 of 3: Rachel

If love favored her,
life betrayed her.
Hardly a fair trade
and if she had been given
a choice
who’s to say
she wouldn’t have preferred
life?
What do we remember:
we remember her weeping,
not her loving,
not her living;
we remember
the wail of her death.
Tell me:
if it were you,
which would you choose —
love without life
or
life without love?
. . .
Me too.

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The beauty and truth of story is found in its ability to speak in new ways, no matter how familiar the words. Scripture is full of such stories for me, familiar tales that offer new truths & always-needed truths over and again. This piece is the third of three short reflections listening for truth in the stories of Jacob and his wives Leah & Rachel.

2 of 3: Leah

Do not look in her eyes
where dreams have died. Instead
by her hips be gladly distracted;
watch her hands — busy tending life.

Where dreams have died, instead
she has planted dogged resolve.
Watch her hands — busy tending life
in love’s fruitless soil, barren of hope.

She has planted dogged resolve
by her hips. Be gladly distracted
in love’s fruitless soil. Barren of hope,
do not look in her eyes.

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a pantoum

The beauty and truth of story is found in its ability to speak in new ways, no matter how familiar the words. Scripture is full of such stories for me, familiar tales that offer new truths & always-needed truths over and again. This piece is the second of three short reflections listening for truth in the stories of Jacob and his wives Leah & Rachel.