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High Noon for Ruth
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By Reason A. Poteet
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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 and  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.

 

Ruth 1:16-17

written by Reason A. Poteet

 

 


 


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Submitted: Sunday, March 2, 2014

Last Updated: Monday, March 3, 2014

About the Poet
Growing older with some pains and discomfort, graying hair, glasses, partial plate and hearing aids but with complete assurance of my eternal domain. Saved by choice by Gods free grace by Jesus life, death and resurrection. Born and bred in the Bluegrass State for 24 years, I crossed the Ohio River and became a Hoosier forever thereafter until that time God calls me to my heavenly home. Christian for fifty-five plus years. Church musician and SS teacher for most all of my Wednesdays and Sundays. Public school teacher for thirty-six school terms; retired with a class now of three grandchildren off and on during the week. Wife for half my life to the same superman. Mama to two unique sons. Mother-in-law to a fine daughter; Nana to one darling girl and two handsome guys. God has blessed me abundantly; thank you, Father. God quiets my hackles; God quickens my heart; God quells my hunger. Blessed be His holy name.


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