Thursday, April 27, 2017


A true friendship in trying times and kindness among strangers reaps rich rewards both immediately and for generations to come.

“Where you go, I will go, and where you stay, I will stay.
Your people will be my people, and your God my God.”

With love and loyalty, young Moabite widow Ruth left her homeland to follow her widowed mother-in-law Naomi back to Bethlehem. Following tradition, she gleaned the fields of Boaz for leftover harvest grains and was treated kindly and with dignity by him. Needing a husband to fit in to village life, Ruth followed Naomi’s advice to approach Boaz. After ensuring that a closer kinsman did not want to claim Ruth, Boaz married her. They had a son Obed who was adored by his grandmother Naomi and who became the grandfather of King David of Israel. 

Ruth lived in the land of Moab, married to the son of a woman named Naomi who had moved there from Bethlehem. When Naomi’s husband and sons died and a famine struck Moab, Naomi decided to return to Bethlehem. Naomi urged Ruth and her other widowed daughter-in-law, Orpah, to return to their families and kissed them good-bye. But Ruth clung to Naomi and knew she must be a faithful friend. Orpah kissed Naomi goodbye again and left in tears. Orpah had four warrior sons later in life, including a giant named Goliath.

Ruth and Naomi reached Bethlehem just as the barley harvest was beginning. Following tradition, Ruth gleaned fields for leftover grain, working in the fields of Boaz, a relative of Naomi’s husband. Ruth thanked him for his kindness, and he appreciated Ruth’s loyalty to Naomi. Ruth shared meals with Boaz, who made sure she was treated with dignity and generousity. Naomi praised God that Ruth had found a kinsman redeemer with the obligation to free a relative in serious difficulty.

Naomi knew Ruth needed a husband to fit in with village life and told her to approach Boaz. Ruth put on perfume, dressed in her best clothes, and after Boaz went to sleep, uncovered his feet, and lay down. Boaz startled awake and Ruth explained he was a kinsman redeemer to her. But Boaz said there was another man more closely related to Naomi who should be approached first.

Boaz gathered the other kinsman redeemer and ten elders of the town and explained Ruth’s situation. Since Naomi was selling her family’s land, this man was first in line to redeem it, but he did not want to marry Ruth. So, Boaz took Ruth as his wife, and they had a son named Obed. Naomi loved to care for her grandson and thanked God for him. Obed was the father of Jesse, who was the father of King David. As a child, David triumphed over a Philistine giant named Goliath, the son of Orpah.

Copyright 2022 Jennifer Waters

Friday, April 14, 2017

Kimono: The Story of Hanako Suzuki

Oh, I haven’t got a care,
But I need a thing to wear!
Hanako Suzuki is my name.
Finding a kimono is my aim,
A full-length robe to be polite,
Colorful with a touch of white.
I’m not more than ten years old,
But I’ll be a sight to behold.
Good manners with an ankle hem,
Wide sleeves and a diadem.
A sash goes around my waist.
My tailor must make haste!
I need the dress for a special tea.
My attire is all they will see,
And my shoes like a flip that flops,
With split toe socks from the shops.
My kimono will be sewn by hand.
A machine would never understand
Its delicate fabric and elegant style.
The fashion sense makes me smile.
Its price might be a little steep,
But it’s an outfit that I can keep.
I’ll need help to put it on me.
It has twelve pieces not just three.
When I’m married, my kimono changes.
Dresses have their own age ranges.
After I’m dressed in my own kimono,
I’ll help find one for your persona.
Men’s kimonos are simpler by far,
Five pieces would even impress a Tsar.
Wrestlers like to wear the bright robes,
From their toes up to their ear lobes.
When done wearing, it should be aired,
Then folded for next time, well-prepared.
The summertime festival is a must:
A kimono with a pinch of gold dust.
I can dance with my gorgeous fan,
Down to my knees; yes, I can!
Just like cherry blossoms fall,
I twirl like a beautiful Japanese doll,
Dressed in the fabric of the ages,
And full of wisdom from the sages:
If you don’t enter the tiger’s cave,
You won’t catch its cub who’s brave.
Be brave enough to try a new dress!
Fashion clothed in faithfulness.

Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Easter Jellybeans: The Story of a Basket Full of Candy

Now children let me tell you an Easter story,
Of magic and wonder in all its glory.
Easter Jellybeans always leaves a trail,
Not of bunny fur, but what a tale!
His basket overflows with candy beans,
Made of colorful sugar; it’s in his genes.
Just like tiny eggs, he lays the egg-like shapes.
He hops and bops, sometimes he traipses,
Reminding the world that springtime has come.
Gardeners get ready to use your green thumb!
Be on the lookout for his jellybean drops.
His ears are fluffy and flop when he hops.
The jellybeans have original fruit flavors,
Something for everyone and fun favors:
Raspberry, coconut, apricot, pear,
Strawberry, cherry, cinnamon bear,
Banana, honey, peach, orange, mint,
Blueberry, apple; now let me give you a hint . . .
The flavors go on and on forever,
But at Eastertime, they taste the best ever.
Pick your jellybeans from the rabbit’s basket.
The bunny is loveable and such a mascot,
For Resurrection and Easter miracles galore!
Give him a hug when he comes to your door.

Copyright 2018 Jennifer Waters