A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
rather than
leaping forward
without compassions heart-whole
Unguard!
Thereof
agapë's role—
Love
A good Samaritan
plunges pity for the wounds of a troubled soul
Love
Son of God. Son of Man.
Here on earth, He took a stand.
And walked among mortal souls
Shared His ways and stories told
Wisdom, counsel, common sense
In parables His Word He sent
The sower and the seed
Some grew, some went to weeds.
The beloved son who went astray
But was welcomed back another day.
Faith as small as a tiny kernel
Can move a mountain vast and eternal.
Not all neighbors look like you
Twas the Samaritan that was true.
A pearl, a prize worth all and more
Such is the gift of Heaven’s door.
Ninety-nine are safe and sound
But he searches till the one is found.
A tree well-tended refused to fruit
Is torn from the soil stem and root.
Her coin was lost and hard to find
Yet something treasured won’t be left behind.
The King forgives the servant’s debt
Grace not passed on brings judgment back.
Some worked an hour, some worked all day
Yet the owner gave each an equal pay.
One built on rock, the other on sand
A solid foundation allows one to stand.
Some brought oil, some did not
Be ready when the bride is sought.
.
ya wanna tell me 'bout it
you're write'n
in thuh sand
"uh-uh"
let me pat your
fundament off
there'z sand powder
on'ya luvah
"'kaaay"
Rights’ rollercoaster seats these three:
1 ~ What's yours is mine. If necessary
I'll take it by force and quickly flee.
Such a ruinous view lacks maturity.
2 ~ What's mine is yours, so you may see
when need unfolds or there’s calamity,
no holding back, you can count on me.
3 ~ What's mine is mine, my philosophy.
I keep my safe locked and hide the key.
Wealth yields a status hierarchy.
A biblical parable illustrates all three.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
When thieves took yours, they wounded thee.
What’s mine is yours that you may see -
the priest and Levite were not free.
Assets were theirs and theirs to keep.
What’s mine is yours that you may see
some men sow, so OTHERS can reap.
She wanted to drink from her own well. Water came to her.
Within a short while, there went in her shrines, an unknown stir.
Give me water, you said; she said I'm a Samaritan.
Was cast, creed disparity in her culture, hidden?
A friendship, between her and you, like a creeper and tree, grew.
Her endless friendship, between God and her slowly she knew
Did she seek God, or God sought her? Didn't she have her thirst?
Well springs from all around her wells; she felt as though they burst.
Like a celluloid movie, her life moved into your mind.
Each and every flaw of her life flawlessly you could find.
She drew the whole humanity, you had no difference.
To stop all that was blocking her; she got out of the fence.
Streams and rivers of waters flowed all around Galilee.
Did the woman think that in her life all these she would see?
Greatest joy and love
To all humans who save lives
God will bless you more.
A man to Jericho making his way
was attacked by robbers as if him to slay;
then stealing his gold
and leaving him cold –
half-dead by the road, a scene of dismay.
A Priest was passing. Would he intervene?
Likewise a Levite surveying the scene.
While heaving a sigh
both then passed on by –
to bind up his wounds would make them unclean.
A Samaritan who was struggling along,
showed pity for the man who'd suffered such wrong.
So doing his best
the wounds he did dress,
then took him to an inn, his beast thereon.
“Now which of these proved to be a neighbour
to the one who suffered such a disfavour?”
“He who showed mercy
but none of the clergy.”
“So where there's such need, could you be a saviour?”
Luke 10.25-37
Good Samaritan
There once was time
Visitors would stream,
When a person’s health
Was like milk with cream.
Now, that milk is soured cream
No knock-on door no visitors stream.
There were many to wine and dine
Any place at any time,
Now, they’ve vanished into thin air
Only calls to say they are there.
Sometimes a good Samaritan
Will come by with true concern,
With a prayer he’d join the infirm
Leaving, but I’m not now alone.
The mailman frowned at the black snarling cat
He picked up his sack and smacked the air with a bat
But my baby is in there! The mama cat said.
The next time he swatted, he almost hit her head.
A good Samaritan dog had seen what was what.
He ran out and helped the mother, his name was McFutt.
You are such a good guy! She said. I am Mrs. McNally.,
Then she told all the other cats to leave him alone in the alley.
Our loving sportsman, Sen. Pacman
Never missed a chance of being a samaritan
His humility and hard work earned him great reputation
And yet his whole body endured more refutation.
Every day they call me,
The battered, the shattered
And the sat upon
The smothered, overly mothered
And the sat upon
The neglected, rejected
The undetected undirected
And the shat upon
The tattered, scattered ratted on.
Every day I hear them call out,
As they weep or shout or bawl out
Their tales of, “Wo! I’ve had enough!
Let the poisons do their stuff.”
Every day I take the call
Listening for something small
Some flotsam in the swollen river
That might allow me to deliver
A faint glimmer of some hope,
Turn the noose into a rope
To pull them to the shore.
But every day when the calls have ended
And the hands of help, extended,
Are inevitably pulled away,
I am mostly left uncertain
As to whether the final curtain
Has been stayed for another day.
Until at last, worn out,
My own heart torn out
And my own fears borne out
I call out my tale of, “Wo! I’ve heard enough”
© Barry Freeman - 10th May 2021
An expert in the law met Jesus, though
his question, "Who's my neighbor?" was to try
to test, and maybe trick him. Christ's reply -
to tell a parable to help him grow.
"A man walked down the road to Jericho.
Thieves beat and stripped him, leaving him to die.
The man looked up with hope - a priest comes nigh,
but passing him, no mercy does he show.
A Levite, too. Then, a Samaritan
whose clan were enemies unto his race.
It was this one who saved the dying man -
the man least likely to reach out his hand.
HE was the neighbor, filled with love and grace.
Go forth and be that neighbor in the land."
Written 25 Oct 2020
MY SAMARITAN - INK
“He’s drunk”. They passed by on the other side.
But I was ill and might not have survived.
She stayed until the ambulance arrived.
My Good Samaritan; I could have died.
16th March 2020
Kind Ink contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
GOOD SAMARITAN
I'm a certain man, innocently I journeyed
Stripped and wounded; did no wrong
They had chances to help out yet they neglected
Everyone you meet daily is a neighbour
Not because they reside next to you
but because they are next to you
and you owe them a duty of care each
Hypocrites! They claim to be religious
Spiritually, they seem upright
They stand professing what they hypocritically uphold
The innocent congregation in awe sublime
Here comes my saviour
No connection yet there was affection
Change of plans, change of direction
He had compassion, treated me with care
I was a stranger but became his friend
He may not know the gravity of what he did to me
But I cherish it cos he taught me
how to help even without expecting any in return
I was his neighbour, he is my good Samaritan
©ho²
08036391290
You all came in from the cold shivering
all dressed in red which is bewildering
you'd stay and hover
cause some clutter
but at least you all stopped quivering
Again found you at my kitchen sink
I thought perhaps you all wanted a drink
so I ran the tap water
not thinking it was slaughter
oh ladybugs the way you died just stinks!
2-18-18
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