THE GOOD SAMARITAN - Luke 10:25-37

“I love You Lord,”
How easily the words
Slither like the snake in Eden’s garden,
Reeking of deceit.
I am the Levite and the Priest,
Rolled into one,
For I’ve refused to love,
My neighbor as myself.

Behold the man that I refuse to see,
Cold my contempt for him,
For having left Jerusalem ,
To jaunt in Jericho.
Self righteously I cross the road,
As far away from him as I can get,
Yet I dare to sit upon God’s throne,
Consigning him to hell.

While I make haste lest I be late,
To make my own ascent to Zion.

No time to love my neighbor as myself,
To wash and bathe his wounds,
With the gentle oil of kindness.
I withhold the wine,
Of  my compassion,
I have no unction sweet,
To salve his hurt and heal his heart,
So unlike the Good Samaritan.

Myra D’Souza / 6th October 2011

The Door to Life Anew

 Profound is our distress,
As we keep sacred vigil ,
Round your bed.

No cry escapes your lips,
  Skin cleaves to bones,
Your body deathly still.

Your soul prepares for flight,
One journey ends,
Another soon begins.

Each says a last goodbye,
I lift your hand and place it,
One more time against my lips.

You meet my gaze
We make a silent pledge
That we will meet again.

Faith the sentinel to Love,
Declares death but a sign,
Abundant Life goes on.


Myra D’Souza / 29 September 2011