Prompt: A red heifer, spotless and pure,
God's command, it must endure.
For cleansing rites, a sacred tool,
To purify the unclean, as a rule.
The ashes gathered, waters mixed,
A sin offering, a fix so fixed.
For cleansing of defilement's stain,
A rite ordained, a purifying gain.
Sprinkled on the unclean soul,
To make them clean, to make them whole.
Numbers Chapter 19, a law so clear,
God's provision, for those held dear.
A symbol of redemption's grace,
A shadow of the Savior's face.
The heifer's blood, a type divine,
Pointing to Christ, God's ultimate sign.
Daughters of Inheritance - Numbers Chapter 27 Poem
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Prompt: A plea for justice, a righteous call,
Daughters of Zelophehad, standing tall.
Inheritance denied, based on their gender,
They sought God's wisdom, with hearts so tender.
Moses sought God, their case presented,
God's answer clear, His will consented.
Daughters of Zelophehad, their claim upheld,
Inheritance granted, their faithfulness excelled.
Numbers Chapter 27, a story of equality,
God's fairness shown, for all to see.
The daughters' courage, a lesson learned,
God's justice upheld, His truth confirmed.
In God's eyes, all are equal and dear,
His love encompasses, without any fear.
Daughters of Inheritance, a victory proclaimed,
God's grace and mercy, forever unnamed.
Prompt: In Jericho's shadow, they stood,
Joshua led with courage and good.
The Jordan parted, a miraculous sight,
Their faith in God, burning bright.
Circumcision, a covenant renewed,
God's promises, forever pursued.
Feasting on Passover's fare,
Grateful hearts, lifted in prayer.
The manna ceased, a land they claimed,
Their journey, God's hand had framed.
The Captain of the Lord's host appeared,
Joshua knelt, humbled and revered.
With God's guidance, they marched ahead,
Jericho's walls, they would soon tread.
Joshua followed, without a frown,
As the walls came crashing down.
Joshua's faith, unwavering and true,
God's power, made known anew.
In Chapter Five, a triumphant tale,
Joshua's courage, shall never fail.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 14, a tale unfolds,
Of Caleb's faith, a story to be told,
He stood with courage, unwavering, bold,
A man of faith, as the story's told.
Forty years had passed, since they were sent,
To spy the land, as God had meant,
Though giants loomed, and fear was sent,
Caleb's trust in God, it never bent.
"I'm still as strong," Caleb declared,
As when he spied the land, so scared,
"I wholly followed God's command,
And He will give me my promised land."
With faith so strong, and courage bright,
Caleb's request, with God's delight,
He claimed his portion, his rightful place,
A testament to God's endless grace.
In Joshua Chapter 14, we find,
A story of faith, so bold, refined,
Caleb's example, a shining light,
To trust in God, with all our might.
So let us learn from Caleb's stand,
To trust in God's unfailing hand,
With faith and courage, unwavering and grand,
We'll claim our portion, in God's promised land.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 15, the tribe of Judah,
Received their heritage, a land of wonder,
With blessings rich, and lands so fair,
They claimed their portion, with thankful prayer.
The land was divided, as God had planned,
With boundaries set, by His command,
Judah's inheritance, a gift so grand,
A promise fulfilled, across the land.
From the wilderness to the southern sea,
Their portion stretched, abundantly,
With cities, towns, and fields so green,
God's provision, a wondrous scene.
With faith and courage, they claimed their prize,
Their heritage, beneath the skies,
They trusted in God's unfailing grace,
And walked in His love, throughout the place.
In Joshua Chapter 15, we see,
A story of blessings, for you and me,
God's faithfulness, forever true,
As we trust in Him, He'll see us through.
So let us walk, with faith so bright,
Claiming our portion, in His light,
With hearts of gratitude and praise,
God's blessings, filling all our days.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 19, we find,
The tribe of Simeon, their portion assigned,
A legacy of blessings, a gift so grand,
As they received their portion, in the promised land.
Their inheritance, though small in size,
Was given by God, with love and wise,
A portion of Canaan, their allotted place,
With blessings abundant, God's saving grace.
They trusted in God, with hearts of praise,
And followed His lead, in all their ways,
They took possession, of their domain,
With faith and courage, they did attain.
In Joshua Chapter 19, we see,
The tribe of Simeon, a legacy,
Of God's provision, unfailing and true,
As they embraced, His blessings anew.
So let us learn, from their story told,
To trust in God, with hearts so bold,
To receive our portion, with gratitude,
And walk in faith, with attitude.
For in God's plan, we each have a part,
A legacy of blessings, to fill our heart,
So let us follow, His guiding light,
And embrace our portion, with delight.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 22, we find,
A misunderstanding of a kind,
The tribes of Israel, on the west and east,
Seemed to be headed for conflict, at the very least.
The eastern tribes built an altar high,
Which caused the other tribes to pry,
Assuming it was for idolatrous ways,
They gathered to confront, with anxious gaze.
But before a battle could commence,
The eastern tribes spoke with defense,
Explaining that the altar built,
Was not for sacrifice, or guilt.
But rather, it stood as a sign,
Of their unity, a holy shrine,
A reminder of their faith in God,
A bond that no conflict could ever mar.
The misunderstanding was resolved,
With unity and peace absolved,
They praised the Lord, with thankful hearts,
And vowed to never be torn apart.
In Joshua Chapter 22, we see,
The power of communication, so key,
To resolve misunderstandings, and strife,
With open hearts and a unified life.
So let us learn, from their story told,
To communicate with love, and be bold,
To seek unity, amidst challenges faced,
And let God's grace, in us be traced.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 23, we hear,
Joshua's exhortation, sincere and clear,
To Israel, God's chosen race,
With words of wisdom, faith and grace.
Joshua spoke of God's great might,
How He fought for them day and night,
Driving out their enemies from the land,
And giving them victory, by His command.
He reminded them of God's faithful ways,
Never failing in all their days,
Keeping His promises, ever true,
As they followed Him, their faith renewed.
Joshua urged them to remain steadfast,
To cling to God, and hold Him fast,
To love the Lord, and obey His voice,
And make Him their ultimate choice.
He warned against idolatry's snare,
And staying true, with utmost care,
To the covenant they made with God,
And never straying from His holy rod.
In Joshua Chapter 23, we find,
A leader's wisdom, so divine,
A call to faithfulness, till the end,
Trusting in God, their eternal Friend.
So let us heed, Joshua's voice,
And in God's faithfulness, rejoice,
Following Him with hearts ablaze,
And walking in His righteous ways.
Prompt: In Joshua Chapter 24, we see,
God's people gathered, before Him knee,
Joshua spoke, with voice so clear,
A message they all needed to hear.
He reminded them of God's great grace,
How He led them, in every place,
From Abraham to Egypt's land,
And brought them out, with mighty hand.
He spoke of God's faithfulness,
Through trials, battles, and wilderness,
How He provided, day by day,
Guiding them, in His perfect way.
Joshua urged them to choose this day,
Whom they would serve, and not delay,
To put away their idols and sin,
And wholeheartedly, to God, begin.
The people answered, with one voice,
"We will serve the Lord, our perfect choice,
For He alone, is worthy of praise,
We will follow Him, all our days."
A covenant they made that day,
To serve the Lord, come what may,
In Joshua Chapter 24, we find,
A call to faith, of one united mind.
So let us too, choose God's covenant way,
With hearts devoted, without delay,
Following Him, in love and awe,
Obeying His commands, with reverence and awe.
Prompt: In Judges Chapter 6, a tale of fear,
God's people oppressed, shedding tear after tear.
The Midianites, a formidable spear,
But God had a plan, perfectly clear.
He called a young man, Gideon by name,
A mighty warrior, in God's own claim.
Gideon doubted, his faith aflame,
But God's assurance, it overcame.
With fleece and dew, Gideon sought a sign,
Confirming God's call, so divine.
He led an army, though small in line,
God's strength would shine, in every design.
With lamps and pitchers, a clever ploy,
Gideon's faith, it did deploy.
The Midianites, in fear and joy,
Were defeated, by God's employ.
In Judges Chapter 6, Gideon's tale,
A story of faith, that will prevail.
With God's guidance, we can prevail,
And answer His call, without fail.
Prompt: A battle fierce, a clash of might,
In Judges 20, a gruesome sight.
The tribes of Israel, joined as one,
To seek justice, for what was done.
The Levite's concubine, a tragic tale,
Of violence, cruelty, beyond the pale.
The tribes of Benjamin, stood in defense,
Protecting evil, at their own expense.
But Israel's army, united strong,
Fought for justice, against the wrong.
The battle raged, with swords and spears,
Amidst the cries, the pain, the tears.
Though Benjamin fought with all their might,
In the end, they fell to Israel's right.
A sobering lesson, a costly toll,
Of the consequences of a sinful soul.
In Judges 20, we see the fight,
For justice, truth, and what is right.
A reminder true, to stand for good,
And fight against evil, as we should.
Prompt: The threads of fate, a tapestry divine,
Woven with skill, by hands divine.
Interwoven strands, of destiny's design,
A symphony of life, a grand design.
Each thread a story, unique and bold,
A tale of adventure, yet to be told.
Some threads are bright, with joy and cheer,
Others are dark, with sorrow and fear.
Threads of love, binding hearts as one,
Threads of hope, when all seems done.
Threads of courage, guiding the way,
Threads of resilience, come what may.
The threads of fate, they intertwine,
A web of life, a cosmic design.
Connecting souls, across time and space,
Weaving a pattern, with intricate grace.
Sometimes we glimpse, a thread or two,
As we journey through, the world anew.
But the full picture, we cannot see,
For fate's design remains a mystery.
So we embrace, the threads we're given,
Weaving our own, as we're driven.
Navigating life's twists and turns,
With faith and trust, as our heart yearns.
For the threads of fate, they hold us tight,
Guiding us through, the day and night.
A tapestry of life, a story so grand,
Woven with threads, by a higher hand.
Prompt: In Beijing stands a palace grand,
A sight of wonder, world-renowned.
With walls of red, a towering sight,
The Forbidden City gleams in sunlight.
Its gates adorned with dragons fierce,
Ancient relics, stories to pierce.
A palace steeped in history's grace,
A treasure trove of China's royal race.
Halls of jade and halls of gold,
With stories of emperors of old.
Courtyards vast and halls of splendor,
A world behind walls, majestic and tender.
But hidden deep within its halls,
A mystery shrouded by palace walls.
Forbidden secrets, whispers true,
Tales of power, betrayal too.
A city hidden, a world apart,
A glimpse into China's beating heart.
The Forbidden City, a timeless place,
A symbol of China's enduring grace.
Prompt: The weather guy, with forecast bright,
Predicts a day of sun and light.
He points to clouds, moving fast,
And warns of showers that may not last.
He tracks the storm with radar's gaze,
And tells us when to change our ways.
With gestures grand and maps displayed,
He keeps us safe, come rain or shade.
He's on TV, with charm and flair,
With ties that match his weatherwear.
He smiles and nods, so debonair,
As he predicts the changing air.
From sunny skies to winter's chill,
He's got the scoop, he always will.
With meteorology as his guide,
He's the weather guy, with forecasts tried.
Prompt: With a beep and a bleep, he's on the prowl,
A treasure hunter with a metal detector, scowl.
His headphones on, he scans the ground,
A treasure trove just waiting to be found.
In parks and fields, he combs with care,
A seasoned pro, aware and aware.
A glint of gold, a flash of silver,
His heart races, his pulse a quiver.
He digs with zeal, with shovel and spade,
The anticipation cannot be delayed.
The beep gets louder, the target near,
He imagines riches, oh so clear!
But alas, it's just a rusty nail,
His hopes dashed, he cannot prevail.
Undeterred, he moves along,
Hoping for a melody of metal song.
He scans again, with patience and grace,
Covering every inch, every trace.
For he knows the joy of a rare find,
A relic of history, one of a kind.
And so he persists, with passion and might,
Chasing treasures from morning till night.
A metal detectorist, a seeker of lore,
Unearthing secrets, forevermore.
Prompt: Beneath the sky's vast expanse,
Lies the ocean's deep and quiet trance,
Its surface glistens with a tranquil sheen,
A world unknown, serene and pristine.
But beneath the calm, a story untold,
Of ancient tales and mysteries bold,
Of secrets kept, locked in its heart,
And tears shed in silence, a timeless art.
The ocean weeps, in its own way,
With silent tears that ebb and sway,
A sorrow hidden, a pain unseen,
In the depths of blue, a world so serene.
Its tears are pearls, precious and pure,
Glistening in the depths, a treasure sure,
For every drop holds a story deep,
Of a love lost, or memories to keep.
The ocean's tears are shed in solitude,
A silent lament, a quiet interlude,
They hold the whispers of distant shores,
Of tales of triumphs and ancient wars.
They hold the secrets of forgotten lands,
Of shipwrecks sunk by nature's hands,
Of creatures lost, and dreams untold,
Silent tears of the ocean, precious gold.
They dance with the moon's silver light,
Glowing softly in the depths of the night,
A silent symphony of grief and pain,
Whispering tales of loss and gain.
Prompt: Dad's old baseball mitt, worn and tattered,
A treasure from the past, memories scattered.
A relic of his youth, a game he played,
A symbol of his skills, the accolades he made.
With weathered leather, cracked and frayed,
It witnessed victories, where he once displayed,
His prowess on the field, a player so bold,
Catching fly balls, a story often told.
Though time has passed, and years have flown,
That mitt still holds the magic it's known.
For in Dad's heart, it's more than just a glove,
It's a symbol of his love for the game, his eternal love.
So he keeps it safe, a cherished treasure,
A reminder of his glory days of leisure,
And when he holds it close, memories lit,
Forever cherished, Dad's old baseball mitt.
Prompt: A kiddie pool, a summer delight,
A haven for kids, from morning till night.
A shallow oasis, just the right size,
Filled with water, up to their thighs.
With giggles and splashes, they make a splash,
In their own little pool, a watery bash.
They splash and play, with laughter and glee,
A summer wonderland, for them to be free.
Inflatable toys and floaties abound,
In the kiddie pool, a fun playground.
With water guns and buckets to pour,
Endless excitement, that they adore.
Their little toes dipped in cool water,
A summer treat, that couldn't be hotter.
A world of joy, so bright and cool,
In the kiddie pool, their very own pool.
So let them play, under the sun's warm rays,
In their kiddie pool, on carefree days.
A summer oasis, a splashy delight,
Where kids can play, from morning till night.
Prompt: In the courtroom, a somber scene,
A defendant's fate, yet to glean.
The gavel falls, the trial begins,
As the accused awaits, with bated grins.
Charges levied, accusations made,
A case to prove, or to evade.
The tension high, the stakes are dire,
As the accused stands, facing the fire.
Witnesses testify, evidence presented,
The truth sought after, justice vented.
The defense pleads, the prosecution's strong,
As the accused's fate hangs, for so long.
The verdict's in, the judgment rendered,
A moment of truth, that leaves hearts tender.
Innocent or guilty, the decision made,
The accused's destiny, now conveyed.
The trial ends, with a final plea,
For mercy or justice, to set them free.
The accused departs, with a heavy heart,
Facing the consequences, a life apart.
Prompt: In the garden, among the herbs,
Lurks a plant that often perturbs,
With leaves so sharp and flavor strong,
Bitter erbs, they do belong.
Though some may find their taste too tart,
They add depth to soups and impart,
A savory note to sauces bold,
Bitter erbs, a treasure to behold.
With their bitterness, they impart,
A complexity, a work of art,
A culinary journey, rich and deep,
Bitter erbs, a flavor to keep.
So savor them with skillful care,
Their unique taste, beyond compare,
For in their bitterness lies a charm,
Bitter erbs, a culinary alarm.
Prompt: In a treasure chest, hidden from sight,
A gleaming fortune, a wondrous sight,
Gold coins everywhere, a dazzling display,
A priceless bounty, that takes breath away.
They shimmer and glimmer, in the golden light,
A treasure trove, a wondrous sight,
Like stars that fell from the sky above,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure trove.
With each coin's gleam, a story is told,
Of adventures bold, of legends untold,
Of pirates' plunder, and ancient lore,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure to explore.
They hold a promise of dreams come true,
A symbol of wealth, both old and new,
A treasure chest of hopes and dreams,
Gold coins everywhere, a treasure that gleams.
But beyond the riches, and glimmering gold,
A deeper meaning, a tale untold,
For treasure lies not just in coins and wealth,
But in the moments shared, with joy and health.
So let us cherish the treasures we find,
In love and laughter, with hearts aligned,
For gold coins everywhere may come and go,
But the truest treasure, our hearts will know.
Prompt: A Trojan Horse, a cunning ruse,
A fateful gift, with danger infused.
Deceptive guise, a strategic ploy,
To breach the walls with covert joy.
Concealed within, an army lay,
Hidden from sight, until the day,
When gates swung wide, and horse rolled in,
The trap was set, the battle could begin.
Unsuspecting, they brought it near,
Unaware of the soldiers' sneer.
The walls were breached, the victory won,
All because of the Trojan's con.
A tale of deceit, a legendary lore,
Of a wooden horse that held much more,
A strategic move, a tactical feat,
The Trojan Horse, a deception sweet.
Prompt: Baptized in muddy water, cleansed and free,
A rebirth in nature's own baptistry.
The river's current, a baptismal rite,
Washing away darkness, bringing forth light.
Sins are washed away, in the muddy flow,
A fresh beginning, a brand-new show.
Emerging from the waters, renewed and pure,
A soul reborn, with a faith so sure.
Muddy water, a symbol of life's trials,
A cleansing ritual, that never fails.
A spiritual journey, a sacred rite,
Baptized in muddy water, a soul takes flight.
Prompt: In Loveland, Ohio, the tale is told,
Of frogmen lurking in the cold.
With webbed feet and glowing eyes,
They're said to haunt beneath moonlit skies.
From the banks of the Little Miami River,
They emerge with a stealthy quiver.
Sightings rare, but stories spread,
Of creatures green with skin so slick, it's said.
Some claim they're aliens, others a hoax,
But those who've seen them share their folks.
With scales and tails, and croaking cries,
The Loveland frogmen, a mystery lies.
Legends echo through the town,
Of frogmen wearing crowns,
Of their watery lair, so unknown,
In Loveland, Ohio, a tale to be shown.
So keep your eyes peeled, when shadows fall,
As darkness comes and moonlight calls.
For in Loveland, by the river's bend,
The legend lives on, of the frogmen.
Prompt: In caverns deep, with walls of stone,
A Cyclops dwelt, all on his own.
A giant fierce, with eye so bright,
A single orb that shone with might.
His size immense, his strength unmatched,
A creature feared, whose rage dispatched.
His voice would boom, across the land,
His footsteps shook, like quakes so grand.
Yet lonely he, in solitude,
A being shunned, by multitudes.
His monstrous form, a sight so dire,
His heart consumed by smoldering ire.
Until one day, a hero came,
Odysseus was his famed name.
With cunning wit and silver tongue,
He sought to outsmart the Cyclops young.
With crafty ruse and clever plan,
He called himself "Nobody," the man.
He blinded Polyphemus, the Cyclops' eye,
And escaped his cave, before he could die.
The Cyclops roared, in anguish deep,
His blindness causing pain so steep.
But Odysseus sailed, with victory won,
His tale of cunning, forever spun.
So let us remember, the Cyclops' plight,
A monster fierce, with blinding sight.
A lesson learned, of pride and wrath,
And how a hero's wit can change the path.
Prompt: A creature of grace, both man and horse,
A being unique, a mythical force.
With human torso, and equine rear,
The Centaur roams, without a fear.
A symbol of strength, both brawn and mind,
A creature of balance, of a rare kind.
With hooves that thunder, with arrows true,
The Centaur's prowess, a wondrous view.
With wisdom old, and skills of war,
The Centaur stands, a leader to adore.
A creature proud, with honor high,
A being born to reach the sky.
But also gentle, a healer's touch,
A creature kind, with a heart so much.
With loyalty strong, to those they trust,
The Centaur's presence, a gift so just.
So hail the Centaur, a creature rare,
A being of myth, beyond compare.
A symbol of strength, of grace and might,
The Centaur's legacy, a timeless sight.
Prompt: The Harpy's wings were dark and wide,
With feathers sharp and beady-eyed.
She soared above with eerie grace,
A creature feared in every place.
Her talons sharp, her beak a hook,
Her scream would make the bravest shook.
She swept down low with ruthless speed,
Her prey, she'd catch with vicious greed.
Her form was part bird, part human too,
A monstrous sight, a fearsome view.
Her hunger drove her endless flight,
A creature born of ancient fright.
But deep within her heart did lie,
A glimmer of a human sigh.
A lonely soul trapped in her form,
Forever cursed by darkest storm.
So, beware the Harpy's wrathful might,
And pray you never face her sight.
For she is both a monster and a soul,
A creature cursed, beyond control.
Prompt: Every breath you take, I feel,
A love so strong, it's truly real,
Each beat of your heart, a rhythm true,
A melody that brings me close to you.
Your presence lingers in the air,
A scent, a touch, beyond compare,
Your voice, a symphony to my ear,
A harmony that draws me near.
Every breath you take, a treasure bright,
A gift of love, a guiding light,
A bond that's formed, an unbreakable tie,
A love that fills me, sky high.
So hold me close, don't let me go,
For in your arms, my heart's aglow,
With every breath you take, my love,
You're all I need, my treasure trove.
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
