
Poems
Ruth
Date added: 29/05/2020
RUTH
by Silvia Dimitrova
Who is this woman,
Poised and balanced,
Pointing to baby,
Carrying sheaves, which
Wave to waves of barley?
Who is this man,
Supporting, protecting,
Prosperous, assured,
Backed by sprouting
And spreading tree?
Who is this madonna,
Cuddling a boy,
With delight and tenderness,
Signalling the way
To fertile foliage?
Ruth, the Moabite,
Widowed, bereaved,
Loyal and faithful to
Mother-in-law from Israel.
'Where you go, I will go:
Where you lodge, I will lodge:
Your people shall be my people
And your God, my God.
Where you die, I will die
And there will I be buried.'
Ruth reaps and gleans
A harvest of love
And husband of joy.
Boaz, worthy and wealthy,
Honourable and wise,
Hospitable to foreigner,
Welcoming, redeeming,
Redresses history
And Moses in Moab.
Naomi, triply emptied,
Gentle guidance
Now fulfilled,
Nurses her grandson.
Obed, gurgling, worshipping,
Bequeathes the tree of Jesse.
Bethlehem rejoices to house
The house of David,
And, in God’s good time,
Great David’s greater son.
© Graham Kings, Nourishing Connections (Canterbury Press, 2020).
First published on Covenant July 2019.