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In the Bible On My Shelf

They say that in the Holy Land so very far away
there really are SAMARITANS, who to the present day
at Eastertide or then abouts ..but wait! Who comes our way?
Some long-haired Wanderer, I've guessed,
but let US listen for a JESt to what HE has to say!

"My names are one and many,to some I was JIM CROW.
'GOOD

Categories: samaritans, christian, easter, ireland, jesus,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Good Samaritans By the Hundreds

"Woman raises over $315K for homeless veteran . . ."  ABC News Nov '17

			
A homeless man with only twenty dollars to his name,
a sincere good Samaritan with no designs on fame,
observed a stranded woman near the interstate one night
and knew he had to be the one to remedy her plight.

When she remained in her

Categories: samaritans, giving,
Form: Rhyme

Good Samaritans

Once, when I got off the bus
in the African rain, 
I was greeted by hailstones
And deafening thunders!
 New to the land, 
and hardly prepared 
for such a turn of weather, 
I was shivering all over.
My teeth started chattering,
Beating a wild rhythm! 
Nearly frozen, I shuddered.

Suddenly, a gate behind opened
And a friendly hand stretched out. 
A

Categories: samaritans, happy, heart,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Good Samaritans

Yes, I have been privileged to be a Good Samaritan, but I prefer to share about other Good Samaritans. Most friends and acquaintances that I have known have been and are 'Good Samaritans'. I take great delight in speaking of four of them who attended the wounds of others as well as my own.

Categories: samaritans, christian, faith, friend, god,
Form: Narrative

Samaritans

Joanna Davis

How much are you… willing to give?
Lay down your life so they may live.
In this cold world when passions flame
burns so bight beneath your name.

I still believe in what your said…
that time will come in days ahead
when love and hope will rule the day
Hate is forced to run away.

I look for your face, you

Categories: samaritans, angst, brother, fantasy, hope,
Form: Rondeau Redouble

Samaritans

It’s 9:03 am, where’s my breakfast
Oh, I have to get it myself
Not that hungry I suppose
Apathetic morning half-tones

No shuffling, straight upright
Swaying, fighting off figures
Feel chained up like Kracken
Absurd loneliness, never by myself

Poor Prometheus; poor, poor, Prometheus
He could never keep his breakfast down
Every morning robbed of the feeling
Of being full, of being useful, alone

In stone hands

Categories: samaritans, morning,
Form: Free verse