"elisha" poems
She was in a panic; her husband was dead,
while the fear of dread had filled her head.
The local creditor wanted to enslave her sons;
she desired to keep her family from being undone.
She observed the seriousness of her situation
and sought the prophet for an inspired solution.
In their meeting, Elisha asked about her resources,
to determine a course of action, for him to endorse.
“With my spouse gone, my finances have been despoiled;
all that is left, is but a small container of oil.”
“Listen carefully my sister, and I’ll instruct you
with the needed wisdom, for your divine break-through.
Seek out your neighbors, for many, empty pots and jars;
be diligent in your search, with friends, near and far.
Once you have completed your first task of collection,
lock yourselves inside, with the jars in your possession.
Then take your original vial of olive oil and begin to pour,
filling each, empty vessel, behind the safety of your door.
For once you start, you will see the blessings of God flow,
according to your level of faith, His grace He will bestow.”
One at a time, she filled a cleaned vessel and set it aside;
when she was finished, her and her family were teary-eyed.
Upon further instruction, she sold the oil, paid her debts,
and was thankful, that their future needs were… completely met.
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Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
2 Kings 4:1-7
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Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
All-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r,
Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more!
Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly,
Forget their splendors, and submit to die!
Who ere escap’d thee, but the saint of old
Beyond the flood in sacred annals told,
And the great sage, whom fiery coursers drew
To heav’n’s bright portals from Elisha’s view;
Wond’ring he gaz’d at the refulgent car,
Then snatch’d the mantle floating on the air.
From Death these only could exemption boast,
And without dying gain’d th’ immortal coast.
Not falling millions sate the tyrant’s mind,
Nor can the victor’s progress be confin’d.
But cease thy strife with Death, fond Nature, cease:
He leads the virtuous to the realms of peace;
His to conduct to the immortal plains,
Where heav’n’s Supreme in bliss and glory reigns.
There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse;
A gem-blaz’d circle beaming on her brows.
Hail’d with acclaim among the heav’nly choirs,
Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires,
To notes divine she tunes the vocal strings,
While heav’n’s high concave with the music rings.
Virtue’s rewards can mortal pencil paint?
No—all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint;
Nor canst thou, Oliver, assent refuse
To heav’nly tidings from the Afric muse.
As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate,
As the saint miss the glories I relate;
Or her Benevolence forgotten lie,
Which wip’d the trick’ling tear from Misry’s eye.
Whene’er the adverse winds were known to blow,
When loss to loss ensu’d, and woe to woe,
Calm and serene beneath her father’s hand
She sat resign’d to the divine command.
No longer then, great Sir, her death deplore,
And let us hear the mournful sigh no more,
Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye,
Be all thy future moments crown’d with joy!
Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin’d,
But soaring high pursue th’ unbodied mind.
Forgive the muse, forgive th’ advent’rous lays,
That fain thy soul to heav’nly scenes would raise.
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His master taken from his head,
Elisha saw him go;
And in desponding accents said,
"Ah, what must Israel do?"
But he forgot the Lord who lifts
The beggar to the throne;
Nor knew that all Elijah's gifts
Would soon be made his own.
What! when a Paul has run his course,
Or when Apollos dies,
Is Israel left without resource,
And have we no supplies?
Yes, while the dear Redeemer lives,
We have a boundless store,
And shall be fed with what He gives,
Who lives for evermore.
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Your huge hands,
a pool champion’s sausage fingers
carving roast dinners.
I rarely think of you now
but memory lingers.
It’s leaves return every year;
they rustle in the rain.
The walnut tree
with the swing.
You’d push me so high
rush of wind and air,
chunks of cherry bough
caught in my hair
and I thought I would never come down.
Your skin wrinkled in the sun
like an apricot.
And me and Elisha would run
and race electrical jeeps
in the garden fetching you walnuts.
I was afraid of your pond,
you said there was a shark in it,
dangerous like the
cancer in your body,
I was afraid of
the pig skin patch on your arm.
Considered too young for the funeral,
my memories look like the photos I look at afterwards.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 4:12 PM UTC
dear daddy,
this is to inform you of the up-coming
arrival. have you remembered? you better
have!! you're a BIG part of this special
happening. you're my "daddy". you don't
have to listen to other peoples' advice-
follow your own, i bet its' the best. i am
YOUR baby!
there's nothing anyone can do to hurry up
and get me out of this dark lonely place,
is there? i can hear you, feel your warmth,
your pressure, and recognize your voice.
what else could i do, but absolutely
love you?
mommy loves you, too. she's constantly telling
me "mommy and daddy love you". i believe her!
and when you rub over me and say "ELISHA, i love you"
it makes me feel so good.
you are going to be a good daddy to me. i
just know it!! i can tell already. i'm glad
you'll be in the room when i'm born. i really
wanna see how you look. i wanna see it for myself.
mommy says you're **** good lookin' should i
believe her or just hope for the best in you?
no matter what i think of you, i know "i luv u".
you've got to be the best person to be my daddy
or mommy wouldn't have picked you to have me with,
or she wouldn't have accepted your perposal back
in july last year. yeah, mommy's told me all
about that. and one more thing before mommy catches
me with my hands out of here again, you can't hurt me.
i love the feeling. knowing you do love her is the greatest.
i love you dada!!
love your little girl,
your daughter,
Elisha Teres~
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COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
Elisha~
Elisha is my daughter.
Just as beautiful as can be.
My baby is so cuddly,
Yet, so deary independant.
Elisha is not quite four months old.
Just as tiny as you can see.
My girl is so truly mine.
I hear her breathing, so peacefully.
Her heartbeat keeps in
Rhythm with mine.
Her ****** features are those of mine.
Elisha will always be my little one as you know...
I am her loving mommy!
Love, Mommy~
1989
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
From heaven, fire Elijah called.
At Jezebel's word, fled he, terrified.
From duty, by heavenly chariot, removed.
On mountain top, with Moses, appeared.
Elijah, not the greatest prophet.
Nor Elisha, even doubly anointed.
But John, the greatest born of woman;
No fire nor bears, doubted and beheaded.
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
Stars shine brightest when they are falling to the earth below.
While People shine their brightest after winning their battles.
Yet do not take your eyes off of the victory handed to you by God.
Thus like Elisha after he was use to reveal God in the defeat.
Of the five hundred baal profits that were put to death in Israel.
How he forgot so quickly the victory and allow fear to consume him.
We must stand firm and remember that Christ is always protecting us.
So that we allow no seed of fear to penetrate our minds after victories.
But instead continue to trust in the Creator of us and everything else.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
in the winter night flew Elisha in the blizzard snow after that they said don't shoot elisha he might be there on the branches down below and when they when hunting in
the winter chill it gave the rancher a scare He said I raised him from a
baby he was so smart he drove me crazy one day I went to my sons house he was a priest and we went to a monstary all the priest were in a hurry to see this smart raven one of the priest held him up to give a blessing but he dropped him on the floor but he didn't say never more never more he flew up and on the wall there were pictures of the priest
and young elisha never ceased he found the picture of the priest that dropped him and pecked at the picture and flew out the window on a branch lim I caught him and said elisha i'm sorry that happen to you and he loved beer so I gave he some brew one day there was a storm
and I had to get the cattle in were it was safe and warm elisha tried to catch up with the herd he was defoted and relentless bird but poor young elisha couldn't find his owner and poor elisha became a loner
the rancher cryied but he always had hope that elisha was alive and the next winter came there was no one to blame that that raven was gone and when his son was old enough to hunt he told his son the story and siad you were this black had I wore when elisha was around and he would sore you were that hat to remind ya so you don't shoot elisha
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Is That a Prophet on Your Roof?
A woman of Shunem gave to Elisha
A small room on her roof, furnishing it with
A bed, a chair, a table, and a lamp
And, truly, what more does a man of God need?
It’s possible that the neighbors gossiped
About keeping a prophet on the roof
And what did the owners’ association say
About extra rooms and extra prophets?
A little room in which to pray and sleep,
And friends – what more does a man of God need?
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 4:30 PM UTC