I am Ruth placing myself
in Boaz’s field
but he doesn’t notice
David doesn’t call me from a rooftop
and yet if he asked
I would refuse
I feel like Delilah
except I give up my own secrets
by the expressions on my face
I need to have Esther’s courage
to know what I stand for
Sometimes I feel like Gomer
unworthy of Hosea
unless I decide to
kneel like Mary
at the feet of Jesus