The Good Samaritan

I was hungry and you formed a humanities club to discuss my hunger.

Thank you

I was imprisoned and you crept off quietly to your chapel to pray for my release.

Nice

I was naked and in your mind you debated the morality of my appearance.

What good did that do?

I was sick and you knelt and thanked God for your health.

But I needed you.

I was homeless and you preached to me of the shelter of the love of God.

I wish you'd taken me home.

I was lonely and you left me alone to pray for me.

Why didn't you stay?

You seem so holy, so close to God; but I'm still very hungry, lonely, cold, and still in pain.

Does it matter?

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Mimi