Ruth

She is my mother now, I cling to her,
No longer Moab’s daughter, I choose
Naomi’s people and her God prefer,
To a new land settle and old ties lose.
I go out to glean a kinsman’s field, Ruth
His men do not chase away. His favour
Rules, he knows my story, I appealed
To his warm ways, and his kindness savour.
My mother teaches me, I come at night,
His feet uncover that he might be mine,
And cover me with love, my hopes hug tight,
He wakes, I tell my dream – he shall be mine.
A new son for Naomi, and new life
For both of us: I am a happy wife.

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