Speak On, Samaritan
PREAMBLE :-
Then Jesus answered and
said: "A certain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among
thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded him, and departed, leaving him
half dead. Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw
him, he passed by on the other side. Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the
place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side. But a certain
Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had
compassion. So he went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine;
and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
Luke 10:30-34 NKJV
Explanation | The damage of
the journey can leave one's soul so callously hard, so cynically cauterized of
any real spiritual sensientivity( no, that's not a spelling mistake. Think on) that the footsteps of God walking in Your
garden, seemed to have vanished long ago.
I have found that exposure
to a fire that leads to impartation of life is the only thing to jump start the
dead batteries of such a soul. God has His RAC men, his selfless and saluting
servants who are often wheeled out of the garage on cold dead mornings to
go and home start such dead hearts. Amazingly, their secret of impartation is
that they do not know that they are providing such a service! They are just
perky with with the expectation of passionate love, and to the hungry sould, as
welcoming as a Labrador puppy and thrice as nice.
So. this piece is dedicated
to the unaware Samaritans of the soul who have ministered to me, and if you too
are a dead battery in God, I pray will be sent to minister to you as
well.
PERFORMANCE TIPS:
I am not sure this
is a performance piece. However, it might be a nice but of verse, to send to someone
who has re-started your cold dead battery.
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In you
I see Him.
The echoe of His voice
Long lost to me
I hear in thee.
Speak on.
Yes, In your eyes
I see the dancing light
That light of men
Long dimmed in the den
Of my darkness. So then,
My dear Samaritan, shine on,
shine on.
Embrace me, will you please, for
in your arms
I might feel the Gathering Healer
That Lover of lepers
The Head Chef of love that peppers
My tasteless soul
That fears not the puss filled
hole.
Oh, your fragrance smells of
hope to me
Why else would I be exposed to
you?
You smell of delivernce
You are seductive
Enticing, inviting, open, and without
your knowing
You are become to me, my word in
season fitly spoken.
Yes, you have become my hope of
resurrection
Of warm summers coming
Of death boxed and put beneath
the clod
Carrier of the long absent but now very
present God
Holder new life's expect-ay-shee-yon
So dear Samaritan, pleas, oh please
Speak on.
Speak on.
© 2012 Victor Robert Farrell
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