The Good Shepherd Poem by Leaking Pen

Some rich folks argue from their marble polished ivory towers
Where they clutch on like eagles to their birthright powers
And believe the poor should not be like them and live
And deserve equally wealth and have the same privileges.
The Good Shepherd knows many modest hearts that freely give
And share their earthly possessions with the poorest villages.

Being isolated on the highest inaccessible cliffs
Love blossoms in spite of the harshest terrain
Hard working hands dig through solid rocks with no ifs,
Ands, or buts for the fastest levitation trains.


Generous hearts as open as the wide skies
Regardless of the daily weather temperament
Stormy clouds or golden sunrays diminish or rise
But a generous heart like Gods love is permanent.


Next time when a poor person passes by
And a rich purse stiffens up its nose
From the sight of poverty in its one eye
Word to the blind, from dust we all rose.


Babylonian skyscrapers and grandiose opulent mansions alike
Whose inhabitant fate is tied up to the scraps they unwillingly give.
Sooner or later voices of the miser will be muted like a silent mic
When good and evil hearts sifted through God’s sieve.


The Budda knew many modest hearts that freely gave
And shared their wealth with the poorest villages.
Francis of Assisi knew many modest hearts that freely gave
All their possessions to the poorest villages
Mother Teresa knew many modest hearts that freely gave
And shared their wealth with the poorest villages.

And God’s heart is open to all who freely gave
Their possessions to the poorest villages.

December 9th 2013
Copyright Leaking Pen 2013