MY NAME IS SAMARITAN

By Ken Blue
December 24th, 2008. Filed under: Poems.

MY NAME IS SAMARITAN By Ken Blue

My name is Samaritan; I was traveling the Jericho Road With a beast of burden, my only companion, who carried my daily load.

I happened upon a stranger, who’d been robbed and left for dead And pouring in wine and oil, “I’ll help you, good neighbor” I said.

I put him on my beast and brought him to an inn I gave the host two pence and said, “Let his care begin”.

“I travel this road often, nearly every day I will return again and his debts fully pay”.

The stranger looked up and said, “I didn’t get your name” “Just call me neighbor”, I said, “perhaps we’ll meet again”.

Religion did not help him, religion does not care Compassion is more God-like, and His nature you will share.

You ask, “Who is my neighbor?” His name you may not know But, we can be good neighbors no matter where we go.

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