High Noon For Ruth
It came to pass that in Bethlehem, Judah
God sent a famine with problems most severe.
Mother Naomi and her three men maneuver
to strike out in sync, to leave their home sphere.
Death by starvation was, of course, their main fear.
It came to pass that in Moab, fate won their heart.
Naomi’s two sons took on wives fairly soon.
But, Death by disease broke this family apart;
all three husbands were struck by its sudden harpoon.
One young wife named Ruth had met her high noon.
It came to pass that three women in limbo
made the choice of their lives, likely unhurried.
Our hero, Ruth, the poet, put things in tempo -
“Entreat me not to leave you,” Ruth was worried
for Naomi. “Where you die, I will be buried.”
It has come to pass that over time, well-known phrase,
“Entreat me not to leave you,” which Ruth composed
has become a mantra for those put face to face.
May it never lose the proviso Ruth proposed -
“Your God, my God!” a standard upheld, unopposed.
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