Entreat Me Not

img20190829_20283496                                                           March 22, 1975

We were both students at San Jose State same time. There’s a table in the Student Union cafeteria. It is a large round table, room enough for six to eight chairs. It was the table where many Hispanic students congregated. Sometimes the table was empty other times different students came and went. I sat there often with a friend of mine. We called him Big Al. He liked lifting weights and his huge muscular frame showed that. I sat there often reading or writing, different shifts of people came in and sat down. Jackie was one of those, and I was one of those that came and went throughout the day. Eventually we spent more time together and grew closer together. Then came that moment when both of us decided that we didn’t want to be anyplace else but near each other. This was our wedding vow to each other:

Ruth 1:16 And Ruth said, entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.

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About jedwardnajera

I am a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I am an artist, a member of Gallery 9 in Los Altos, California. I published a novel Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, available through Amazon Books. I spent over thirty five years in a classroom. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He was a mechanical engineer and had a wonderful love of history and science. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. He wrote in Spanish and I have spent six months translating these pages into English. Now I am in the process of editing, rewriting, and revising them. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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