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

LECTIO DIVINA

Shepherd of my soul,

How good it is to walk with You,

Through verdant pastures.

We journey at my pace,

You let me stop and drink,

From streams of Living Water.

Ever gentle like the sun,

That  wakes the dawn,

You bring to life my inner being.

Oft times a word or verse explodes

It dazzles brighter

Than the noonday sun

Upon my soul

As Scripture comes alive.

How good it is

To linger here with You,

Beloved,

In Lectio Divina.

Myra D’Souza / 6 September 2011