Tattered clothes;
Thin wrinkled skin,
Wrapped around bones;
Shaking hands;
Torn slippers;
I reach your door.
I am shunned;
Ostracized;
And hungry.
I knock your door.
For care and courtesy.
I am God.
Linking with Trifextra : Week Ninety-Three
This made me think of the story of Philemon and Baucis, and their hospitality when the gods came to visit. Nice little piece!
ReplyDeleteJust read the story of Philemon and Baucis and I am seeing strikingly similar elements in our traditional stories.
DeleteNicely crafted. Powerful!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
DeleteBeautiful. I love the detailed imagery.
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. Great reminder of what's important.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Kelly. It is so good to hear from you
DeleteA great premise and all wrapped up in a pretty poem. Well done! :D
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Linda :)
DeleteThis is so beautifully done, Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you Suzanne
DeleteMy, that was interesting. I loved reading.
ReplyDeleteOh thank you so much Ted
DeleteThank you so much Jo. Your words are so encouraging
ReplyDeleteA beautifully told lesson for us all. Great job!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Ivy.
DeleteThis is a lovely and thoughtful piece... yes I think you have a valid point
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Bjorn
DeleteThe truest test.
ReplyDeleteSo nicely put in this poem, Ruby!
Thank you so much Kymm
DeleteYes,we must remember that God is within us and we can find God in the most unlikely of places and people:-)Well done Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThat's a wonderful expression Atreyee - the way you put it in words - Thank you so much.
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