I hear Obed and he is crying for his Mami,
and his Nana, too,
and Naomi has more bitter
than she has ever known,
and Ruth is wailing,
like a many times broken woman.
But this is a time of the judges,
a time of no tolerance,
and Ruth is the worst kind of immigrant.
So in this version of scripture,
the Goliaths rampage on,
there are no psalms,
and nobody ever goes to Bethlehem,
because it isn’t the city
of anyone special,
the many, many grandbaby
of the immigrant woman
is not born.
We pity this week the children
in their warehouses and walmarts.
Let us pity, too, the United States
that is turning away
all these great and amazing gifts,
for people walking in darkness.
If you have a heart,
weep for the children and parents.
If you do not have a heart,
at least weep
for the empty in your future.