Monday, July 22, 2013


Better change your ways,
I hear the Teacher say,
when we question
who our neighbor is,
not just the dude in the pew
who sings like you,
off key and all,
or professors and their
obedient sheep tuned to
the classroom sermon,
all those in faithful repetition,
appear alike,
sound the same,
uniform in the outrageous
dress of the same tribe as you,
no that won't do,
get up and
cross the road that splits
your comfort from your disgust,
and do for others
what you do for yours,
clean up their bloody mess,
stash a few bucks in their pocket,
and promise to check back
till they're on their feet,
and ready to be
your neighbor, too.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013

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