After Luke 10:25-37
Quickly they
come
the men the
thieves the blows
knocked down
beaten
fall to the
roadside
tasting dust mixed
with blood
moving to and
from
a bare awareness
hearing the
sounds of feet
horses hooves
animals
cold the cold on
my chest
tasting blood
mixed with dust
blood seeping
down my face
blood seeping
into my eyes
mixing with
tears, pain
head pounding
body shivers
then knees in
the dust
beside me, hands
touching
my wounds, my
blood
a voice touching
my wounds
cleaning my
wounds
through a
blurred mist
I see a face of
kindness
a heart cloaking
me
with care, with
love
Painting: The Parable of the Good
Samaritan by Jan Wijnants (1670).
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