[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #2 Break Fast

Hello, and welcome back! I’m so glad you’ve decided to pop onto my little corner of the internet for a couple minutes. 🙂

Today I’m sharing part 2 of my short story written entirely in free verse poetry. If you haven’t read part 1, make sure to click here to catch up on that before reading this next poem.

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[hey poet, tell me a story] or, #1 – Too Small

Greetings and salutations to all my lovely readers!:)

First of all, I must apologize for falling off the face of the blog world for a month with no prior notice or explanation. There are a few reasons to why this happened, but the main three are as follows:

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From the Shadows – Conclusion

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When I reach the well, a stranger is sitting on the edge, surrounded by a haze of dust and heat. He says he’s thirsty, asks me for a drink. I narrow my eyes with sun and suspicion, wondering what he really wants from me.

But thirst? I understand thirst. Thirst is what pulls me out of hiding every day.

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A Chosen Life – Finale!

Hello! I’m very excited because today is finally the day that I get to share with you all the finale of my short story! It’s been a long time in coming – 5 weeks in fact – and I hope you haven’t become too impatient! Hopefully this last bit will live up to all your expectations. 😉 If you haven’t read part 4, you can do so here. Now, without further ado, may I introduce you to… the finale of A Chosen Life!


The next moment, Elah began to push. In the time it took for me to draw a handful of breaths, the child’s small and slippery body slipped out into the silent world, into my waiting hands. I drew it up onto a piece of cloth I had waiting in my lap and began to rub it vigorously. It was small and silent, eyes crinkled shut, body covered in blood. The silence grew louder, deafening our waiting ears.

Oh God grant mercy.

Then, a mewling cry erupted from its tiny mouth. Then another. And another.

“Thank God!” Elah gave a sound between a laugh and a sob and reached out her hands for her long-awaited child. I handed the naked baby to her, and watched as she drew it close to her, tears running down her cheeks. “The LORD has seen, and he has provided.” Aram said softly, bending over his wife and child.

“And what exactly has he provided?” Puah asked with a nearly undistinguishable note of worry in her voice. She looked at me, fresh fear in her eyes. I shook my head, sending her a reassuring look.

“Oh!” Elah’s voice broke as she peeked between the baby’s legs. “Oh praise the LORD, he has given us a son!” Fresh tears rolled down her face as she clasped her son close to her.

The phrase rolled around my head

Praise the LORD!

A son!

The words I had dreaded so deeply as I had stood on the threshold of this house not long ago now held no fear in them – only mercy and peace. My heart was no longer thudding in fear of what man could do to me – the fear of God was greater.

Puah and I worked quickly then, delivering the afterbirth, cleaning the child and mother, settling them into the bed. As I began to pack my satchel, Puah cornered me and whispered “Shiphrah, it is a boy.”

“Yes…” I responded, hands busy retying bunches of herbs.

“Remember the decree?”


“Shiphrah, our lives are at risk.” Her normally jovial face was crinkled with concern.

“Have no fear, Puah. We have the God of Israel on our side. We are to bring life, not death. And I am confident in my decision.” My whisper was soft but steady.

“Very well then.” Puah bowed her head in assent. “I shall submit to your decision. Let what will, come to pass.”

I turned back to Elah who was reclining on the bed, her son suckling at her breast. Though she was limp with exhaustion, her face was shining with a joy unspeakable. A lump grew in my throat at the sight. The barren woman redeemed. The mercy of the LORD was truly great.

“I give you many thanks, Shiphrah.” Elah said softly, her eyes shining. “And you too, Puah.”

“You have granted mercy upon my household,” added Aram, tearing his gaze from his tiny son to look at us. “We are deeply grateful.”

“Thank the LORD, the God that we all serve,” I responded. “It is he who has granted mercy this night. To him belongs all praise.”

“Yes, to him belongs the praise…” echoed Elah, her gaze dropping down to her son.

Peace flooded the room, warming my heart, and filling my gaze with unshed tears.

I had chosen life.

Perhaps at the risk of my own…

But I had chosen the right.

And I knew my life would never be the same again.

“So God was kind to the midwives and the people increased and became even more numerous. And because the midwives feared God, he gave them families of their own.” – Exodus 1: 20-21


Aaaand, that’s it!! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading this short story as much as I’ve enjoyed sharing it with you! 🙂

Let’s chat! How did you like this finale of the story? Have you enjoyed reading my take on Shiphrah’s story? What other Biblical accounts would you love for me to put a fictional spin on? Let me know in the comments below. 😉