by A.S. Chuba

I was robbed and stripped and dying;
I was wounded… Oh, the pain!
But lo! While I was there lying,
Came a priest upon that lane.

I was wounded… Oh, the pain!
“Please, help!” I cried with all my strength.
Came a priest upon that lane,
And left the man—proudly—at length.

“Please, help!” I cried with all my strength.
Another man had shortly come,
And left the man—proudly—at length.
But, all the strength in me had gone.

Another man had shortly come,
Samaritan, my enemy!
But, all the strength in me had gone.
He just stooped down and cared for me.

Samaritan, my enemy!
But lo! While I was there lying,
He just stooped down and cared for me.
I was robbed and stripped and dying.

A.S. Chuba is a 13-year-old Catholic girl in grade eight with a strong passion for poetry. She enjoys writing mostly dreamy freestyle poems without precise meter. She lives in Canada with her parents and four little siblings. She hopes to continue writing throughout her life and maybe bring a few people back into the True Fold.