Poem December 4, 1965 Issue

THE SAMARITAN

C. Elizabeth Hunsworth

My neighbor fell among thieves
Who robbed him of his good name,
Stripped him and left him helpless
And stricken with shame.

What shall I do for my neighbor?
Cover him with all speed,
Take him to kindly shelter
And look to his need:

Water of Truth for his cleansing,
Oil of prayer for his pain,
Bread and wine to inspire him
To face life again—

These will I give to my neighbor
To repay in smallest measure
The debt that I owe to Love
For my heart's treasure.

C. Elizabeth Hunsworth

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