Friday, November 8, 2013

Hungry Soul

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.

24 comments:

  1. This made me think of the story of Philemon and Baucis, and their hospitality when the gods came to visit. Nice little piece!

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    1. Just read the story of Philemon and Baucis and I am seeing strikingly similar elements in our traditional stories.

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  2. Beautiful. I love the detailed imagery.

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  3. This is so lovely. Great reminder of what's important.

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    1. Thank you so much Kelly. It is so good to hear from you

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  4. A great premise and all wrapped up in a pretty poem. Well done! :D

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  5. This is so beautifully done, Ruby!

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  6. Ruby, I thought I commented last night. I really loved this. :)))

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    1. Thank you so much Jo. Your words are so encouraging

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  7. My, that was interesting. I loved reading.

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  8. A beautifully told lesson for us all. Great job!

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  9. This is a lovely and thoughtful piece... yes I think you have a valid point

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  10. The truest test.
    So nicely put in this poem, Ruby!

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  11. Yes,we must remember that God is within us and we can find God in the most unlikely of places and people:-)Well done Ruby!

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    1. That's a wonderful expression Atreyee - the way you put it in words - Thank you so much.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.