Saturday, March 21, 2009

Gleaning in Bethlehem

A Moabite*
She smelled of barley at his feet on the threshing floor
In the day when judges ruled

She left her country her people
To follow an intolerant god
In a foreign country

A sleep a bodily passion
That cut through the flesh of levirate marriage
And every one became an exile once again

David to Jesus
Outsiders within the vortex of certainty
For women gain justice only in relation to men

* Ruth is a Moabite

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