The pleasure between the thighs
By lucre, to the genuflections of the crotch
At the budding age
A child you welcome
Upon your thighs
Your future laid on the altar
What shall your naivety answer?
You sacrifice
Beware if you abort it
The child’s future—do you know it?

Ruth, grown in maturity, obeys the Spirit of Christ
Oh, youth!

Mother-Daughter
The daughter has a mother
Yet the mother ignores the essence of motherhood
A proven massacre…
Mary, mother of Jesus
Mary, a daughter of God
Ah!… What painted piety
In the fragrance of modesty!

Ruth, unbothered by fashion
Ruth herself was the fashion
Dresses with slits, skirt cuts
The heart leaks away
But Ruth, cherishing her heart
Dresses it simply and beautifully
Natural: true happiness is not complicated
Covering the body shields the heart
Paradox of the evident:
The heart’s chest stands apart
Christ has but one body: His Heart

Maternal
Ruth conceived…
From emptiness
Quickly and well
From Naomi, the miscarried one departed
Thus
Patience, a noble virtue
Ruth too
Let her answer be affirmative
Beauty must have wept
Bitterly
Maternal, for Naomi
A frontline line swallowed her;
A pro forma mother-in-law
Ugly in virtues
Or beautiful in baseness
Or dreadful in horror
It depends
No matter, Naomi is a mother-in-law;
Christ within you, mother-in-law, To your daughter-in-law, only peace.
Every human cannot have two
One home suffices
One home, a pleasant whip
To the father’s intelligence
To the mother’s wisdom
To the children’s obedience

Maternal
Otherwise, Ruth’s legacy will wither
Woe! When you fail the test of motherhood
What you do
What makes you
Ruth in the heights of the Divine Council
Her thoughts pregnant
A child of dreams delivered itself
Lifted to the Sun of Righteousness;
To such a child, a Goliath was destined
The sharp fangs of vampire suns
In Herod’s den
All were watching all in whom the Spirit of Christ dwelled,
At the star leading the wise men
Cursed is he who forbids action
For fear of seeing a Saul bloom
Willows of jealousy ripened by destiny

Maternal
“A son is born to Naomi”
The mother tastes death
Almost
Before you are born
Yet
Scandal of the blessed
Daily assigned to maternity
Thousands of mothers wait alive
To be delivered as sacrifices?
To be victims of child trafficking!
To…
Daily assigned to maternity
Ruth raising Naomi

Maternal
The Levirate, the marriage transfer
May the widow’s joy be fulfilled!
A law declared Ruth mother in dignity
The roots of the Word elected you
What prestige in privilege illustrates you!…
Naomi achieved a result
All the result bore a name
Obed, her son whom Naomi raised
Ruth, Naomi’s only daughter.
Know it, strive to be there
If you do not wish to
To the Father, you are His Only One
Arise from your restful place
Eternity is being prepared

Maternal
And Naomi was honored
Ruth endured the pains
Of childbirth
So much the better
Love what you sow
Nurture it with sweat
Let it grow through lamentations
The trials of the harvest will conquer you
Too bad
It is up to you to harvest the best
But your clinging, heavy sadness
Misfortune stuck to your steps, you will see it too late;
Recreate, if you can, a cloak of joy
El Gibbor reassures you: your mind still lives
Through the Holy Spirit, your joy will be costly

Obed, you will say, midwife
(And mid-man, none say)
Mother Ruth, Boaz paternally
Sacred Human Science
Cease to be inhuman
Christ-Jesus announces your Good News
Associate with God
If God associated Adam
You know only your little of this world
The one you make age
The one that ages you…

This text is an excerpt from the book “A MORE AS YOU ARE” by Kuami Thomas ZAGA.

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