"Then he said to his servant who was in charge of the reapers, "Whose maiden is this?" And the servant who was in charge of the reapers answered, "It is the Moabite maiden, who came back with Na'omi from the country of Moab." from the Book of Ruth 2:5
"When Boaz had eaten and drunk, and he was in a contented mood, he went to lie down at the end of the heap of grain. Then she came stealthily and uncovered his feet, and lay down." Ruth 3:7
There is a tenderness to this air, a turn of light like a note poised to sing out~ A sound so long desired, we murmmer at the way it pierces sorrow.
And pressing low our heads, we dare kiss the hand of the same God we once cursed, mocked bitter a moment's passing into so many cruel eternities~ His delay and silent watching.
Yet all is forgiven now in this new green of field, a promise hemmed by distant sway of trees that shiver for the suddenness of His face.
How we halt and bolt...
Having despaired of such appearings, (so many intensions that snap like sticks upon fallow ground). knowing only sameness and spittle. Thick, cloddish in our mouths, the slow speech of solitude wiped clean of all heart's leapings.
But there is a mercy to the blue of this sky, A cerulean embrace that usurps the grey, imbibes on the gall of lost sparrows, loosens the grip of bramble, the bite of nettle skulking cold in perifery of far flung shadow.
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And here He'll spread His threshing cloak- so obvious a corner sacred to clear, at dusk upon the floor-
Soft in stillness, secretly watching the gleaner's shadow lights and falls, to lay her weary head at His feet...
And here He feigns a mock surprise at the suddeness of her appearing, and wraps His cloak round about her, bringing her home to peace.
A story with original photography, digital art, and illustration, about Son of Waves, 12 Dolphins to save the planet, David The Visionary on the beach in Tel Aviv, a digital messiah, and an internet of Love. Free PDF download.
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Cerulean! Beautiful word to describe a deep blue color! Excellent!
"The grip of bramble" very mysterious and open to many interpretations!
Beautifully resolved in the last line. Oh that life would accomodate in such beauty!
Excellent!
Richard
You weave your words with consummate care...:0
Peter