There is a widow in my ward named Ruth. Coincidentally, my late mother's name was Ruth too......this poem describes them both.....
She was called a shut in
Old and worn she lived her days.
She was seasoned just by living
Grateful for her humble way.
Not complicated by pretending
She knelt and thanked for life
Never thinking to complain
Not storing tears or strife.
For she had come to know
That rainbows follow rain
Her life is but a testament
That strength will follow pain.
She rises every day
And lives her daily tasks
Never to forget
Who to thank and who to ask.
She is a good example
Of endurance here with grace
All who spend a moment
Are blessed to share her space.
The steps she's taken humbly
Teach the learning searching mind
Father lent to us this sister
To show us where His touch we'll find.
-Shanna C. Hugie
Light after dark.
9 years ago
