Boaz Was Waiting

Years have been good

And swift

Tempo set by weather

Conditions of soil

Business and counsel

At the Gate.

A wife?

Missed that one

Had some image

Of the turtle dove


But never met her.

Others in town

Have two or three

Now comes this precious widow

Ruth of Moab (Gentile)

And Naomi could not

Have asked more

From a valiant son.

Sad Naomi.

Back to her people

In bitter retreat.

Ruth quietly gleans our fields

Greets my servants

Head held high

And alert.

It is within my grasp

And our custom

To change her life


A home, a help-mate

Bounty of crops

Laughter of little ones.

I’ll do it

Must be legal of course

A full redemption

And the joy will be

More than worth

All that waiting.

Yes, I waited

For this my Beloved.

25 Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the church, and gave himself for it;

26 That he might sanctify and cleanse it with the washing of water by the word,

27 That he might present it to himself a glorious church, not having spot, or wrinkle, or any such thing; but that it should be holy and without blemish. (Ephesians 5)


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