The Rancher and the Boy
A minister, who lives in the same retirement community as I do, recently challenged me to write a poem about the Good Samaritan. I accepted the challenge but, of course, being an old cowboy who parlayed six years of cowboying into a retirement career as a poet, I changed the cast and the scenery just a tad.
The rancher lived an austere life,
and knew the gospel well
so he could speak with clarity
of heaven and of hell.
He spoke so much of brotherhood
and of the widow’s mite,
the need to help your fellow man,
and do what e’re is right.
Then one day he spotted a man,
unconscious ‘side the road,
but turned his head away from that
as down the trail he rode.
But then a boy, a slender lad,
saw that same injured soul
and leaped right down from on his horse
determined to console.
He knew not how to help the man,
but comfort him he did
and raised him from a bed of thorns,
that slender youthful kid.
One spoke so well, though insincere,
the other leaped to aid
and did the things he felt were right
with no thought to evade.
Compare the rancher and the boy,
how each reacted there
to aid an injured fellow man
and give him needed care.
Words alone are insufficient
when someone suffers pain;
it takes a willingness to serve
and help him stand again.