Entreat Me Not To Leave You
for Cole
They will all stare;
they’ll shake their heads in sympathy at best;
we’ll be a laughing stock if we’re lucky.
But what are their redundant stones to us?
Ruth followed Naomi —
not because it was a wise thing to do,
not because Naomi offered her a
single grain of power —
but because her hopeless heart was tied
to the little finger of a woman
who was walking down the road, and away.
So she followed.

Not the wise choice — simply the only choice
has moved women in their wake ever since.
So if I follow you today,
who can scorn me for going the one way
some smiling goddess will send my shameless feet?

© Shannon LC Cate  21 June 2003

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