today, I was a levite.
she was hurting.
he was abusing.
I, walking.
I heard her.
I saw her.
I walked.
on my way
to the worship
which would mean more
if life obeyed.
the good samaritan
could have come;
she could be me.
but levite in me
pushed me on,
leaving the place
I truly belonged.
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