I would have died alone,
and gladly,
for my life was done.
My husband dead
and both my sons.

But such she knew,
my Ruth, of love.
She taught me
all along our long dark road–
(Who could have known?)

Reaping what we sowed,
and sow we did–
seed of David’s
fearlessness, impulse,
his prodigal devotion.

And David’s greater son–
reaped and threshed,
companion on every way.
And thus, my empty womb
mothers the world.

November 6,  2012

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