For Ruth

I am gleaning fallen grains

in a field in a foreign land
to feed a poor widow that I love
I am a poor widow myself
in a foreign land among strangers
gleaning grains of hope
Without my plan and knowing
Boaz comes along to the field
Naomi figures out the hidden plan of God
Then I met the invisible God
in my womb
where hope grows and future starts
I am just a poor widow
gleaning love in a foreign land
surrounded by foreign friends celebrating the birth of new life with me
Life is no longer Ruthless
I am no longer poor widow
I am a proud mother of a child

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