Master Samaritan

 12th March, 2025.

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Master Samaritan

Lying on the sands,

By the death-encroached riverbank,

You found me,

You chose me,

Gave me life and hope,

Yet I knew not your name.

You raised me,

You set me upon your chariot,

You led me,

You housed me in your royal court.

Day by day,

Night by night,

You stayed by my side.

You gazed,

You laid aside my filthy garments.

You nursed my broken heart,

You tended to my thirst for hope,

You fed my passion,

And gave sail to my ship.

You set me on course,

You washed my feet,

Scented my heels.

You paid my fees

To inns I could never have visited on my own.

You paid the price—

You didn’t have to, but you did.

I was in shackles and bounds;

You set me free.

You gave me my true north.

My shipwrecked—

You were my rescue team.

I needed no whistle,

No distress call,

Because your eyes

Never had me

Out of your sight.

A wanderer—

The fate the willows bestowed me.

A caveman the tides branded me.

But you, my Master Samaritan, had

Other plans.

My home is you,

My resting place is you.

Wherever you are,

I’m there.

Wherever I am, you’re near.

My shadow announces your presence,

My clothing speaks of your wealth,

My tummy swells as a witness

To your hospitality.

A stranger I was,

Yet,

My brave Samaritan, you tended and cared.

I am alive because you live.

I breathe because you breathe.

My life is an excerpt of yours.

I am branched in you.

In your absence, then I shall be as a twig

In the open desert under the scorching sun.

You are the vine—

The vine that shields the branch from harm.

I water you because you water me.

My Good Samaritan.

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