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	More Poems: Holy Sonnets Beginnings Epiphany Pentecost Rapture Ancestor Beloved Community Commitment Pagans Queer Spirituality
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