The Sinner and The Samaritan

An old hag ventured into our temple,

"There is no God",said he,

Our priest, a noble brahmin,

Opposed the idea a fortiori.

Vehement argument, heated debate,

Words of counsel of no avail,

Our priest said ,"This old mind

Will not let common sense prevail."

On the verge of defeat, the venereable monk

Could bear not the visitor's mirth,

He led him to the courtyard

Where a pregnant cow was giving birth.

"Witness Nature and her marvels

And tell me if you still grieve".

The old hag's heart fluttered and said

"Ah! 'Tis true, I do believe."

With a smile on his face, the virtuous

Parted with belief and as friends,

While, our saint here thanked God

For letting the hag see sense.

Then, there was a Samaritan

Who proclaimed,"I've seen God"

And, our priest just sighed

And mocked accord.

He led the man to an old shed

Where lepers existed,

He let the man observe

Their plight undisturbed.

The heart that feigned

The sight of God couldn't see love,

Instead it saw the hate and misery

Of the Spirit above.

"There is no soul so cold

To let It's baby die,

No Heart so hard to let

It's creation cry.

"My belief is not true,

'Tis not quite right,

There is no God," said

The inept hypocrite.

I was puzzled by the

Priest's act, and said as much,

The saint smiled, looked away

And ignored me as such.

"Dissent is never a match

For faithful surrender," said he

"Yet there is nothing as shallow

As jeunesse doree.

"So, I urged the chaste skeptic

To surrender with faith to He,

While I forbade the impure cheat

To desecrate the Lord," said he.

We are all instruments of God,

He works His wonders through us.

Let us not neutralise the effort,

Let us enjoy life , be joyous.