The Ballad of Isaac and Rebekah

(Poetry Challenge 9)

This ballad is about one of my favorite couples in the Bible. The account can be found in Genesis 24 and 25 (KJV).


The Ballad of Isaac and Rebekah

Isaac intreats the Lord for his wife, Rebekah.
After many years together, no children has she bore.
Soon she conceives, and they are blessed by the Lord
With sons Esau and Jacob; Isaac’s age is threescore.

Twenty years ago, their story begins
Outside the city of Nahor at a well of water.
Rebekah, a virgin and very fair to look upon
Approaches, carrying a pitcher on her shoulder.

A man runs to meet her, asking for a little water.
She gives drink to the man and his ten camels kneeling.
He asks who her father is and if his house has room to lodge in.
“I am Bethuel’s daughter; yes, we have room for lodging.”

The man gives her a golden earring and two bracelets of gold
Then bows his head and worships the Lord.
“My master, Abraham, has sent me to find a wife for his son.
The house of my master’s brethren, the Lord has led me toward.”

Rebekah runs to tell her family what she’s just heard,
And the servant accepts her brother’s welcoming reception.
Laban provides for the servant, his men, and his camels,
But the servant would not eat before telling his mission.

“My master was blessed with a son when his wife was old.
After Sarah died, he swore me to go to his kindred; yea,  
for Isaac, who is forty, a wife I shall find.
The Lord also sent his angel to prosper my way.

Just as I’d spoken the words in my heart, who came to the well?
Rebekah, the one appointed for the son of my master.”
Laban and Bethuel tell the servant, “Go and let her be Isaac’s wife.”
Then the servant gives her raiment and jewels of gold and silver. 

When the servant and his men ready to leave in the morn,
Her brother and mother want her to tarry before saying goodbyes.
The servant requests they hinder him not from returning to his master.
They ask her, “Will you go with him?” “I will go,” she replies.

They bless Rebekah, the mother of thousands of millions.
On camels after the servant, she and her damsels follow.
Near the end of their journey, they reach a field at eventide, 
And Rebekah sees a man approaching them, walking slow.

“Who is this man?” she asks. “It is my master, Isaac.”
She covers herself with a vail and leaps down to the ground.
Isaac, who was meditating when he saw them return,
Listens as the servant tells all he had done, and his thoughts abound.

Isaac brings Rebekah into his mother’s tent.
She becomes his wife, and he loves her deeply.
Brought together by the Lord because of their faith,
They are comforted and blessed eternally.

Poem by Karolyn Herrera, March 7, 2023

Image created by MidJourney

Gift of Wonders

Wednesday’s Wafers: series in which I share some of my own writing.


Gift of Wonders

To Jordan from Mama (Karolyn H)
Written 9/8/1993

How I have been blessed with this gift in a child.

Having discovered the greatest love

I feel so proud and grateful each time I watch him sleep.

So beautiful,

lying in peaceful slumber.

The moment he arrived, I was elated,

yet apprehensive.

But look at him now!

So affectionate, endearing, and playful.

How he loves to learn!

I want to teach him all there is to know.

Whenever he mimics my words or actions,

I feel so special and privileged.

He deserves to be free to explore the world,

and experience the good.

But to see him cry, or feel hurt

tears me apart.

I want to shield him from pain and disappointment.

There he goes – run, run, dance, dance some more!

Feel all the joy I see in your eyes.

Precious baby—yet baby no more.

This perfect little person that has taught me so much

can only be repaid with comfort and security

and a mother’s love.

If it were possible,

I would tell him every moment how much he means to me.

All I can hope is that he knows

and that his sweet smile will never leave my life…empty.


While sorting and packing, I recently discovered a long letter that I’d written to my son when he was only two years old, along with this poem that I’d written around the same time. I gave him the letter yesterday and am publishing the poem here. Now in his late twenties, Jordan has more than met my expectations and is a constant joy.


Pieces

Wednesday’s Wafers: weekly series in which I share some of my own recent writing

Return for Chapter 5 of my short story at a later date.

The romantic fool in me wrote this during a two-day period when I’d thought that I’d been abandoned again. Thankfully, I was wrong! But this is what it’s come to: engaging self-preservation mode to prevent weeks of agonizing over someone by condensing it into a 24-hour period of anguish. So, now I can read it and laugh gleefully, feeling safe in my bubble of adoration and addiction.


Pieces by Karolyn H

shards

Even now,
it’s still devastating…
to lose a love
so sweet so pure so unexpected.
Even though I knew it could happen
and I knew that he would stop
if he no longer felt the
same euphoria
that we shared for a short time.

Love is love.
It’s real
It makes me happy
He filled my heart
He loved me
He loved to hear me sing.
And now I cry
and wait to stop crying.
I wonder what he would do if he could see and hear me cry
over missing him.
Still hoping,
but not expecting
to ever hear his magic voice again.

My stupid heart is broken.
It still hurts.
So, I whisper to myself
“just pretend”
go back to who I was before I knew him.
Forget all the beautiful little pieces of him
that he shared with me.
But my heart rejects this.
“Be happy for the love we shared,”
I whisper, determined.
Move on.

But those little pieces poke
and stab.
Instead of sleeping,
I bleed.

-6/14/17-

Hovering

Wednesday’s Wafers: weekly series in which I share some of my own recent writing

Return for Chapter 5 of my short story at a later date.

So–this is what happens when you think you know what you’re doing. When you have a plan. And then a random person splashes down right in the middle of that plan. And threatens your sanity.


Hovering  by Karolyn H

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Rational thoughts,
responsible decisions, and
confident actions
or
absurd feelings,
reckless choices, and
foolish reactions.

Hovering.

Floating…

in the realm that lies
between common sense and
hopeless distraction.

Losing perspective,
while gaining clarity.

That which my stability needs
is not what my heart wants.

Practicality and logic
cannot compete
with the music that makes my soul dance.

Your strength makes me weak
yet,
this love makes me strong.

Memories and dreams,
promises and heartaches,
old lovers and obsessions
all fade away

making room for a new flame,
opening a door
that could lead me

home.

-5/31/17-