Ruth

‘Twas a long time ago, say about ’65,
Through unusual circumstances, you did arrive
In my life, and became just another acquaintant;
Somewhat out of reach to this dull adolescent.

Well, we had some sleepovers and even shared meals.
To visit your house – what just turned my wheels
Was your mother – so precious – Oh, she was a lark!
I soon learned her faith was what gave her that spark.

One day she took me, downtown to a junk shop,
Let me pick out a plate of my own, which she bought.
It may seem a bit silly, yet it made my heart soar.
(My self-worth at the time, was way down on the floor.)

‘Cause you see, although I was following Jesus.
‘Twas the people, the saints, I just couldn’t please ‘em!
Hours I spent with your mom and her “Messengers.”
And oh, she encouraged; left lots of impressioners.

The seasons came and the years went by,
College took time…and money…and…sigh….
In those days, it seemed, all I heard “from” you,
Was actually “about” you, from others we knew.

As life progressed – you were called to a mission,
And I tied the knot, the sign of submission.
So over the years, through a card here and there;
Our contact was distant, ‘cept maybe through prayer.

Now many years later our paths cross once more,
One day when my heart was so painfully sore;
You reached out to me with concern and much love.
A reflection of grace from our Father above!

How rich, to be able our burdens to share,
To cherish the moments, that we’ve spent in prayer.
Oh Ruth, how I wish I could better express,
The love that I feel, the thoughts you impress.

How special as we, share our lives in review,
The similar things God has brought us both through.
Why, the lessons we’ve learned; conclusions we’ve formed,
And the parallels drawn – it keeps my heart warmed.

And so, as the sparrows find their little seeds,
Praise God, who provides and supplies all our needs!
His children rejoice in the blessings He sends
Yes, my life is enriched because we are friends!

Written December 1992
Copyright © 2021 by Terri Art

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