Dear Boaz
- Kathy Brocks, Owner
- Jun 20, 2019
- 2 min read
Published 06/20/2019
Physical presence is like the hand of Jesus. I could feel his hand on my back but rejected it because I did not know it was Jesus. But upon realization I longed for His touch. He has never touched me like that again. I am forever hopeful.
I am sensitive to your feelings. Jesus is in heaven yet I could feel Him cause He came near and now understand His feelings. You are far away yet I can feel your welcomed presence. I am longing for your visually identifiable presence. The presence I can touch and undress. Your lips upon mine. Your eyes looking into mine. Your breath upon my neck. Yes my feet are like jack-hammer city. This is a work Jesus and I are actively pursuing. I am not seeking your medical benefits, your cash.
I want the thing you hold closet. I want your whole heart. Love me again and always with all your heart, with all your mind, with all your soul and with all your strength. Love me like you love yourself. Yes, we argue, we fight, we disagree. We forgive.
Pursue and over take me, come valiantly you are wanted here in my heart, my space. You are the one I imagined behind me. I longed for your surprise. I desire no other touch but yours. I allow no other man's hand nor heart. I wait for you trying not to cry. I think of you always. Shorten our distance. Bring me within arms reach. Give us more than 3 days. Throw fear out of the window, I did already.
I currently do not have money to share, but if love was currency, then I got Bezos beat. I trust you to take care of your business. I trust you to take care of us. I trust you to love me. Many tried to separate us. My pastor said he did it to prove I did not love you. He knew I'd followed his every request because I trusted him and my heart was aching. I hoped you would show up that night in the grocery store. I hoped you would show up the next day at my door. I hoped and looked for you. Sometimes it felt like you were near. I forgave him, my pastor. My love for you has not weened like a babe from a tit. Cover me. You said you are my Boaz. I am perched upon your feet. Come talk with me. Draw me near.
-Your Ruth
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