and your neighbor as yourself
on sunday morning I steer clear
of any congregation
instead seeking singletary paths
like a good samaritan bound to jericho
despite possessing any riches
dangers persist along the way
yet I manage to make ends meet
with nary a badman
attempting to approach me
of course many others
along the same route
are far less fortunate than me
some beaten and robbed and
left half dead
those walking by asking themselves
what in the world would become of them
dare they stop to help a stranger
february two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
A way of transporting us all to your places, a trait of yours I envy greatly.
Thank you so much for visiting here again and sharing your thoughts, Michelle ~ I am truly honored.
Love this one!
Love that you do, Sofia, thank you very much.
I love this. It resonates with me deeply.
I’m happy that it does, Nyx, thank you for letting me know.
nice!
Thank you, Ritu
Profound observations and reflections, stated with such clarity.
Many thanks for your kind and thoughtful comments, Carol. A pleasure knowing you enjoyed this piece.