Prophet & Paige

Jonah, Ruth

Prophet and Paige

Mother and Sage

Opening the mouth of Plato’s Cave

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By the casting of lots was he tossed

By grief and time was she lost

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Naomi insists,

Ruth persists

Orpah remains,

cradling the pain

Venturing with virtue,

this is what hurt you

As with circumcision of skin

One must sever the thought

Sever the thought from the sin

Pain from pleasure

Destruction of Nineveh,

the plan was never

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Tarrying with tact,

an unfortunate fact

Parasitic penitence,

a ravaging lion

The pipers words

disguised as Zion

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By the casting of lots was he tossed

By grief and time was she lost

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Harrowing and haughty; laudy

Right is left ; all is bereft

Barren of reason–

even the reason for the season

Jonah finds refuge; cursing the deluge

Prosper not harm

On this verse

You can mortgage the farm

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Unto the threshing floor was she wed

Wheat and chaff,

serpents and staffs

Learning from Sarah,

Ruth spared to laugh

For tragedy befell

Like the woman at the well

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For Boaz and Ruth

Their union became truth

God tethers, man cannot sever

Grace or works

Its both or never,

better together

A widow did he redeem

Chivalrous and gentle did he seem