what if,
we became
the light
in the dark
for
the ones who are lost,
.
.
who can’t find their way home,
no
matter
how hard
they try,
or pray,
or believe.
.
.
because sometimes,
faith
can
blister
and
crack,
and we all need to be covered
with
the coolness of
mercy,
when the fire
burns
too
hot,
.
. sometimes.
.
.
what if,
we became
the hansels
and
the gretels
with our hands
full
of
crumbs.
.
. and, crumbs are enough,
to lead
the way
out,
.
.
of where we
too, once
had
to
cast
our
eyes down,
to hide from the things
that snarl and that bite.
.
.
let’s feed
the hungry.
we don’t need that much.
.
.
really.
it’s been done
before
with
the smallest of numbers.
.
. even threes and fives
are seeds
for
hundreds.
.
.
let’s be the salt
and
the hands that
hold
up
exhausted arms that just can’t anymore.
.
.
let’s
look
for tired feet
and dirty feet,
and yes,
they need it most,
to
wash, and
.
.
let’s search
for smouldering hearts,
that are ready to give up,
and
let’s
gently
blow
life
back
into
the cracks.
a holy resuscitation.
.
.
let’s be the ones
who
unbruise,
and
unhurt.
.
.
who
pick up
and
carry
and
bandage
and
stand,
when it matters,
.
.
and
doesn’t it always?
.
. matter?
.
.
that
somebody
chooses
to stand
with
the outcast
and
the outnumbered,
.
.
in spite of
the holy
guidelines, and
.
.
they
have
been
wrong.
.
.
in spite of love.
.
.
so, here’s what we do,
.
.
let’s
be
the renegades
and
the shepherds
and
the cupped hands
holding
water, and
.
.
perhaps then
we might
see
that there is no
piece of paper,
degree
.
.
or decree,
that could ever
carry the weight
of
this wild samaritan
love.
.
.
—on samaritans and being the light.
.
.
© Liezel Graham 2018.
.
.
Photograph by Egor Kamelev.
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