Ruth Glass

Portland, Oregon, USA

Ruth Glass is a native of the state of Arkansas. She moved to Berkeley, California at an early age. Ruth received her education from Laney-Merrill College and also at the bay area school of preaching in Oakland, California. Ruth is the mother of eight children: Four sons and four daughters. One son, Shaldon Tavoy, is deceased. Her first publications as a poet were in 1980-81 and 1982-83 in Voices In American Poetry under her maiden name, Ruth McMahan. She is a retiree of J.C. Penney Company. After the death of her husband, she moved to Portland, Oregon where she later met and married Bruce Glass. Presently, Ruth is an active member of the Northwest African American Writers' Workshop and has published several inspirational poems in the anthology, Kuumba, which is a yearly publication of the Northwest African American Writers' Workshop.

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My Prayer

Lord help me to overcome Saying words I ought not say speaking things before giving thought Thinking evil that leads to naught May I not walk disordly before thy face Keep me in tune, with thy grace I want to please you in every way And never, never go astray Thank you Lord, this is my prayer Amen

I'm The Tree

Man, God made me
And God made you too.
I was happy—and so were you.

Man, you disobeyed God.
You allowed yourself to sin.
You caused the punishment of death upon
Everything, including human—and then;
You took my wood and made a cross
You hung God's son the savior for the lost.
How many more men, did you hang on the tree?
How many more men, cried please set me free?
You've caused sadness, and shameless of face.
But God still loves you, and offers you grace.

America, I Care

That's why you are always in my prayer. You're the land that I love, you're a blessing from above. A land to be proud of I pray that you'll always be rich and free. No war torn country you'll ever be. It's all because I care, you see. I pray that your leaders will forever be fair to all the people everywhere. America, I care, I care, I care. That's why you are always in my prayer.

Needle And Thread

What would you do without the needle and thread? They go together like meat and bread. What would you wear to cover your hide? A leaf is a little skimpy for those with pride. There would be no pattern; there would be no style; You'd wear your birthday suit with a smile. You couldn't repair a rip or a tear, for there would be no clothing for you to wear. You might wrap yourself in an animal skin; to keep it in place, you'd surely need a pin. Whoever invented the needle and thread, deserves a halo for his head.