~ An Hour With You~

Tob's shoe decides my fate,
Today here at the city gate.

The elders gather all around,
I watch as they sit on the ground.

Will he redeem me will he not,
Am I an item to be bought?

What strange custom this speaks of,
Redemption sealed with shoe or glove.

As sober judges take their place,
With somber greetings my thoughts race.

Memories tiptoe across my mind
Sending shivers up and down my spine.

My lips curl I reminisce.
I smile and blush my thoughts persist.

The scent of wheat the night before,
The breeze, my shawl, the threshing floor!

Tob's shoe decides my fate,
Today here at the city gate.

Dot McGinnis © 2006

Ruth 3:14 (NIV)
"So she lay at his feet until morning,
but got up before anyone could be
recognized; and he said, "Don't let it be
known that a woman came to the
threshing floor."