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Monologue: Ruth and Obed
I remember the apprehension.
Wondering rather more than I ever had done before.
Naomi knew that I was alone, even in the midst of her family.
She also nurtured that old belief, we shared it, that life, eternal life, goes on in our children.
I know you talk of resurrection.
That seems strange to me,
perhaps as strange as what I was going to do seems to you.
Naomi had always been kind, thoughtful.
But I still wondered.
What would Boaz be like.
Would he be gentle in his loving or rough as I knew some men to be?
Would he care about me, recognising my reticence that needed patience?
Continues...
Andrew Pratt (born 1948)
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