She Knew How To Live
She knew how to live
She had a ‘Ruthian’ spirit
That gave of her self
With a bit question
And discernment
But gave anyway
Her compassion
Controlled the pathway
She choose to travel
Her heart was always vulnerable
For she knew not
How to guard herself
From the possibilities
Of grace
Or the blessings
That poured from the heavens
To fill her storehouse
With abundance,
A love abundance
It was not that she was not intelligent
That she found herself
Oft’ compromised
Because of her heart’s ways . . .
Nay, she did not think about
Closing her hands
To the needy
Or to those who asked
She was a gem
That sparkled
In the darkest of places.
The light shined continuously
From the corners
Of her eyes,
Leaking out
Unto the world of us all
Her smile was blinding,
Her laughter
Moved mountains
Within the spirits
Of all who had an ear
Yes . . .
She had a ‘Ruthian’ spirit
That gave of her self
With a bit question
And discernment
But gave anyway
She knew how to live !
© 112 january 2019 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
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